Certified Yoga Teacher

Graduation was today.

After much laughter, tears, hard work, and emotional and physical pain, I am officially a yoga teacher, a MOKSHA yoga teacher, with a 500 hour certification honoured by the Yoga Alliance.

Om Shanti
Om Namaste
Jai Jai Jai!

thoughts

I have so much to write about and I don't know how to put any of it.

I can't believe I leave in five days. Only three days left of actual yoga stuff. Then Sunday is graduation. I changed my flight to leave early Monday morning from Hilo to Honolulu, where I am going with a few other ladies and we'll go shopping on Waikiki and see the beach and stuff before getting back to the airport for my 4h15 flight back to Chicago.

I emailed the Moksha Yoga Danforth studio with regards to teaching there. They emailed me back this morning saying they would put my name down on the list for new apprentice teachers and said I would probably start teaching in May or June. This, of course, is making my stomach churn, as I can't believe I am moving back to Toronto again, and frankly, I'm scared shitless, but what else am I going to do? I am getting every possible sign from the universe not to stay in Chicago.

More to write, but I'm too tired. I'll probably write the bulk of what I need to once I am back in Chicago, as I will be less interupted there. It seems I can't ever get more than ten minutes alone in this place - which, for me, an only child, is a bit tiresome after awhile.

I quit my voice lessons yesterday. That was a fun phone call :\

Five more days. Pray my body doesn't break down before then; I totally feel its about to.

break it down now

I am so cranky today.

Meditation and practice was cancelled this morning, so Emma and I got our running shoes on at 5h30 am, and jogged/power walked down to the black sand beach about a mile and a half away from Kalani. We were up late with some of the other girls in our hale, but it was ok. To get to the beach from the road, you need to go down this steep hill, at a really steep incline.

So we get all the way to the bottom and I lose my footing, and fall right the fuck down on ah-ah.

There's two types of lava rock in Hawaii - ah-ah and pahoehoe. Pahoehoe is all nice and smooth. Ah-ah is rough and jagged. My ass is bruised, my left arm is all scratched and torn up... argh. And I've been stubbing my toe right left and centre.

The pacific ocean was so warm today.

Our afternoon classes were cancelled, with the exception of asana practice, so I've been at the poolside all day.


This shit has turned me black. teehee.

I'm so thankful tomorrow is a day off and I have a two hour hawaiian lomi lomi massage scheduled. I am so effing sore.