Take-aways from September 2024 travel

At the Shiatsu College:

Dragon mural on Red Lion Road, Norwich, England. 

I cannot overstate how wonderful it is to be among colleagues. Especially in the context of having been on travel and not being able to do the Shiatsu practice for 3 months, it is refreshing to experience the knowledge coming through me on a reflexive level. Cat Woodward is simply gifted in front of a group, albiet these are very enthusiastic learners, she has a comfort level in her own body that models the concepts she conveys. Basti Deans has a variety of the same that continually confirms my belief that the Wizarding World of Harry Potter is based on reality. Clearly there are as many ways of being an effective Shiatsu Practitioner as there are people who practice Shiatsu.

At Philippa's Ashtanga Nirvrta training:

The message hit home that the most correct form is the best form at all times. In the past I have allowed myself a few repetitions of the Sun Salutation to "warm-up" with and take three breath cycles in Extended Side Angle B to let the space sink in. Nope. Philippa insisted that I find the exact form immediately. This teacher has more than 30 years invested in her practice and is onto the 5th Series. (I've been seriously working on the 2nd Series for almost 7 years.) How much more credential do I need to trust her to guide my practice? With Philippa's adjustments every day my practice, body and mind fee better.

Philippa Asher in Downward Facing Dog.

Landing in Portland:

This gave me time to dive into the new yoga material at Near East Yoga and deepen my connection with that community. Casey Palmer excells in his understanding of yoga philosophy. He teaches aspects of Ashtanga that are not commonly found in yoga shalas including immersion into the Yoga Sutras. Being able to spend any time in his shala is worth the trip and even worth the awkward practice hours. He's not currently staffed enough to hold a 4-hour Mysore practice window, but I saw the glimmer of an assistant-in-training.

Before leaving the Pacific Northwest:

I stopped into K2 Gym, a hidden gem in Everett, WA, featuring Jiu Jitsu, Boxing and Kettlebell Sport training, owned by Saiko Shima-Kolser a former KB Sport student. She set up a 75-minute time for me to teach Recover Smarter. I created this class specifically for her people, distilling the essence of my Ashtanga learning into anatomical terms and experiencial exercises. The class was a hit, opening the door for more visits and classes in the future. Saiko also asked for me to develop of a stretching routine for her younger athletes to do after training. I'm hoping to return to her gym with more information in the later part of January next year.

I want to skip over the car accident that happened in Spokane, WA, but the take-aways there are so rich it's not possible. Whether it was my fault for not stopping at an unfamilliar uncontrolled intersection, my impatience to return to Missoula and blind trust that another person would yield, or simply the Universe forcing me out of the idea that My Plan is the one that's going to happen, my car was hit in the back passenger door to the extent that the right rear tire was bent on the axel and the side airbag went off. I spent Sunday through Thursday of that week unravelling the emotional impact (no physical injury to myself or the other driver) and finding out just how the insurance claim process works. 

My metaphorical surfboard was made of Grace. The person who had let me stay in her spare room for the stop-over from Saturday to Sunday still had that room available for me during the next week. She also has a two-car driveway that my crushed Little One is occupying while it's fate is being determined. By the time I started looking for another car my surfboard became Faith, and this is what happened. By Wednesday I was looking for another vehicle, Thursday I found a replacement in Couer d'Alene, Idaho, and on Friday October 11th a loan officer at Clearwater Credit Union made the paperwork happen to get that car paid for. Because the car I had just bought wasn't ready that day, I loaded a rental car with most of my posessions and drove back to Missoula.

It was a stunning event. Not even knowing if the insurance company is going to declare my car a total loss is part of the amazingness of it all. I have returned to Missoula to get my stuff into the new home I arranged before leaving. Also, there was a world-wide walking meditation scheduled for Saturday morning, and I absolutely needed to attend. The folks who befriended and let me stay at their rustic cottage offered that place again, not knowing any of what was happening to me. At the beginning of the meditation, the leader declared "This one is for The World! It's a New World!" As I breathed and visualized, I knew that there will be nothing the same in my present or future life as what was with me upon leaving Missoula on September 15th.

It is now October 18th. I've been in Missoula for a week. It's been a busy time setting up a free class at the library, connecting with yoga and bodywork community and looking into future classes that I can offer both locally and away. The insurance debaukle is still unresolved as the insurance adjuster is out of her office until next Monday.