Confest

"You may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one.  I hope someday you'll join us and the world will live as one."  ~John Lennon

It is going to be very hard to find the words to describe and truly convey the magic of Confest (it's something that needs to be experienced) but I'll do my best to put it into written word.

It was June when I learned about Confest from a new friend; I was instantly intrigued and so I made tentative plans to attend.  As life goes, Confest is exactly where I was from December 29th to January 2nd. 

The new friend mentioned above is Eugene (the one who introduced Shantaram to me), and it just so happens things progressed over the last few months and we are what Facebook would call, "In a relationship."  Anywho, we were lucky enough to find a ride with a friend of a friend, Jo, and so we travelled the four hours to the Confest site in New South Wales (situated between Deniliquin and Swan Hill, close to Moulamein).  I had a bit of an idea of what to expect but in the end, what I experienced was beyond any preconceived notion.

I think it is important to point out that Confest is organized solely by volunteers.  It is not a massive, mainstream, sponsored event; it's the people who attend, who volunteer their time, and who believe in the vision that organize this event and make it the wonderful experience it is.  Take a look at the first Confest invite from 1976 which will give you a bit of a understanding as to why this festival was created.

So now, I want to hit the topic of nudity right away as this seems to be the focal point after one reads "clothing optional" in various descriptions of Confest. Here is what I hope people will ponder and understand: It is my belief that society has placed such an emphasis on the relationship between being naked and sex that we have forgotten that being naked is just natural. Simple as that. We can be nude and not sexualize it (it's true, we can). And if there is any place to experience this, it's Confest.

"Welcome Home"
Photo courtesy of a fellow Confester.

Confest is a place of acceptance, non-judgment, safety, and above all, respect. Respect for people's choices and respect for people's bodies. There were people of all shapes, sizes, genders, colours, and ages in the buff. There were also people in swimmers, sarongs, and also those clad in mud. It didn't matter what you chose to wear; it was completely a non-factor. People were there to converse, to share knowledge, to create joy, not to focus on people's choices of apparel (or lack of). Everyone is accepted for who they are. Clothed or not. Being free to be naked if you so wish (and knowing you are safe and respected) is just beautiful.

I also want to explain the concept of workshops.  Everyday there are workshops.  These workshops are put on by the people who attend Confest.  There are chalkboards at the Info tent with a daily schedule and if you have a skill and/or knowledge that you want to share, feel free!  Lead a workshop!  Some examples of the workshops held are: Kundalini, drawing, dance, meditation, sound healing, tantric, storytelling, the art of kissing, joke-telling, and many, many more!

When we arrive outside the gate, we are greeted with a friendly and colourful sign stating, "Welcome Home."  I immediately felt warm and fuzzy.  Jo had invited Eug and I to camp with her and her friends and so we took her up on that offer!  Our campmates were: Jo, Rames, Lee, Kim, Fred, Shannon, Uray, and Michael.  The group was diverse in age and personal histories but one thing was certain, everyone possessed a beautiful soul.

The infamous Peter Gleeson - the creator of Spontaneous
Choir and the Processions.  A captivating man.

There really is so much to say about Confest; I guess I will share some of the spectacular moments I experienced.  Our first night, Eugene and I made our way to the 'Market' where we saw some sort of procession line of people facing each other and others walking through the human tunnel.  Curious, we joined in.  We were told to close our eyes and hang on to the shoulders of the person in front of us.  Next thing I know, I am hearing whispers in my ear of, "I love you. I love you.  I LOVE YOU! You're beautiful and I love you.  I love you."  To hear hundreds of unseen people telling you they love you was really one the most beautiful experiences (more warm fuzzies).  I felt loved, accepted, unified, and significant among these hundreds of people (and thousands of other Confesters).  They called this the "Love Procession" or the "Love Tunnel" and I scoped out a video on YouTube so you can get a visual. 

Other 'tunnels' throughout Confest included a "Congralutory Tunnel" where you would walk through the procession line being told "You did it!  You're awesome!  Way to go!"  People (including myself) got so into it!  High-fiving, hugging, patting on the back, jumping up and down. I really enjoyed giving the kudos; it was so incredible to lock eyes with someone, feel an instant connection, and just go in for the hug, congratulating them.  I just can't get over the joy I felt over the five days...amazing.

Next wonderful moment: I've always wanted to be body painted.  I find it very beautiful, expressive, and artistic; I knew Confest would be the place for this to happen.  Kim, my campmate, knew one of the artists in the Art Village by the beach/river.  Basil is his name and Basil was able to squeeze the two of us in before the New Year's Eve Fashion Parade. 

The Fashion Parade is open to whomever, wearing whatever they wish, and really is a chance to express yourself (well, ok, all of Confest is this!).  Some participants included a young boy as an airplane, a woman as a fairy, a man as a Mexican jalapeno.  Really, you could wear anything you wanted! Kim entered as 'Earth Woman' and looked stunning as ever.  Yes, being covered in paint, using reeds as hair, carrying a big stick is stunning.  It really is; Kim looked like a Goddess. And then there was, well, me.  Yes, I entered the Fashion Parade.  Reluctantly, mind you.  I did it for Basil though.  He spent a good hour painting me and I owed it to him to show off his artwork. 

I was a ball of nerves when we arrived at the 'Market' and saw heaps of people lining a 'runway'.  What was I going to do when it got to my turn?!  I must say, there was comfort in knowing that this crowd was non-judgmental and I could trust that there would be cheers no matter what so I figured I would just let my body and the surrounding energy lead me to my first ever runway walk.

But first, what did my body paint look like?  Well, I called myself 'Sunrise Over Water'.  I had a big beautiful sun on my stomach with a bright blue sky and black birds flying in the background.  My lower half was a darker sea blue carrying the reflection of the sun.  Around my calves was 'sand' decorated with sea shells and starfish.  The painting was gorgeous and it really looked like I was wearing a spandex outfit - oh the illusion!

It was then my turn, "Next, Sunrise Over Water."  Oh holy shit, that's me.  I stepped up to the plate, took a deep breath, circled my arms up with energy, looking up to the sky, bringing my palms to touch above my head, and slowly lowered to prayer in front of my heart.  As I walked side to side down the runway, I carried on with the sun salutes...I was afterall, a sunrise.  To tell you what I was thinking would be impossible because I was completely out of my body at that stage.  My heart was pounding and everything was a blur.  I saw Kim when I was done and we were both relieved and I think there was a bit of adrenalin pumping through my veins.

Top three time.  The second name to be called.....'Sunrise Over Water'.  And yet again, "Oh holy shit, that's me."  I walked out making the same motions as before.  I line up with the other top participants and await the announcement.  I am inside my head like never before and yet I am completely outside my body.  I never had a desire to win, I did this to showcase Basil's work and if anything, it is all for fun.  I thought to myself, "'Bird in Paradise' is totally going to win."  And then I thought, "Trace! Don't think like that.  You may not have wanted to do this but by all means, be positive! You can win this for Basil!"  The next thing I hear is, "The winner of the Confest Fashion Parade for 2013 is...'Sunrise Over Water'!  And one more time for good measure, "Oh holy shit, that's me."  It was all so surreal.  I immediately went and found Basil and walked down the runway with him; afterall, he is the artist that brought this 'look' together.

One more experience I will share is when Eug and I scooped up a floatie from the beach and were floating around/down the river.  We started to go with the current and then decided to head back to the shores.  Well this took a lot of effort.  We didn't realize how strong the current was until we had to work against it.  In all honestly, we were not far from shores and there was never any danger but it did take a lot of energy and was starting to become frustrating.  Mostly, there was this section with heaps of branches and twigs (submerged in water too).  We used it to try and pull ourselves to the other side, all while getting scratched and bruised up.  We were almost there when this beautiful group of "strangers" reached out for us and pulled us back to the other side.  They said, "Join us!"  And so we did.

We stood in a circle with our arms around one another as one of the girls (with a gorgeous voice) started to sing.  We moved in a counterclockwise circle as we sung back line after line.  I wish now that I had written down the words but I do remember this: "I'm better off...for the knowing of you."  From frustration on the river to pure and utter joy.  Seriously.  I love Confest. 

At the Chai tent: Eugene cutting some fabric for his newfound
friend who was making him a hat.

So those are some highlights of my time at Confest.  But there is so much more!  Our mornings we would get up about 9:00am, sit around our lovely camp, eat breaky, drink coffee and tea, and chat with our campmates.  This would go on until about 1:00pm or so when we would decide it was hot enough for a swim.  And so, we would meander through the site to the river where we would cool off and then perhaps hop into the mud bath.  Yes, mud and bath are in the same sentence.  Some people absolutely loved it but for myself, it wasn't a daily necessity.  It was really strange feeling.  But letting the mud dry in the sun and then hopping in the river and exfoliating was soooo worth it!  After we were sunned out, we would eat some lunch and maybe attend a workshop, maybe do some yoga, maybe head to the Chai Tent in the 'Market'.  When night fell, the drumming would begin.

People are always encouraged to bring musical instruments to Confest and more often than not, jam sessions would emerge.  In the evenings, the Chai tent would host quite a few musicians and then the dancing would proceed.  The energy in that space was unreal!  And here's the thing: rarely are people drinking or using other substances.  People are getting high and drunk off the pure energy of the music, of the dancing, and off the energy of other people.  Where many festivals are full of intoxicated people and drinking is promoted, Confest is not one of those places.  Not that indulging is frowned upon but simply, it just doesn't happen.

In a way, the drumming and dancing reminds me of Kirtan (chanting/bhakti yoga).  Kirtan allows for our energies to resonate together and our hearts to open. I really felt this when dancing among the crowd.  You could feel the energy of others, you could feel the vibrations, you could feel the movements; we were all moving to the same beat and getting high off the movements and sounds of each other. Again, pure joy.

The topper of this entire experience was the ride we hitched back to Melbourne.  We waited at the gate (along with other hitchhikers) holding a sign for Melbs. A wonderful Peruvian man, Jung, offered us a ride as long as we weren't going to be picky on drop-off location (as he lives outside the city limits).  Of course it wasn't a issue!  It turns out he lived rather close to the suburb Eug lives so we basically had a door-step drop-off.  The trip home was very relaxing as we listened to Hindu devotional music, had conversation and just reflected on the entire Confest experience.  To add the official cherry on top...after stopping for a picnic lunch, a van pulled up as we were getting into the car.  I heard a girl say, "Hey! You're 'Sunrise Over Water'!"  Haha, yes, that's me :) 

I guess that wraps up the pure magic of Confest.  I truly hope I did it some justice.  It was so hard to find the words to describe how joyous and beautiful it is. I feel it is one of those places that truly needs to be experienced for oneself.    

And so, let me close by saying this: John Lennon's 'Imagine' has been my favourite song for as long as I can remember. "Imagine all the people living life in peace."  Just imagine. Seriously, just imagine that for a moment.  Imagine that we are all unified.  Imagine that we all respected, accepted, and that we all loved each other. It's an incredible thought, isn't it?  To all live life in peace. Guess what?  There is a place where this happens: Confest.

One of the communal kitchens.  And there are a lack of pictures, mostly because it's not somewhere you pack a camera around!  It's about the experience :)  And also, there could be people in the nude and it's just respectful to keep your camera away.

I had just finished a workshop honouring the Feminine Divine and was making my way back to camp...and look who I passed by having a nap in a hammock...wearing his new hat I might add!

A workshop at the Comedy Tent.  This is actually where we rung in the New Year with some polka, Irish jigging, a Tina Turner impression, a reverse strip show, and lots of joy and love!

 

Finally, I wish.....that everyday, everywhere, everybody would live in the spirit of Confest - community, sharing, love, respect, acceptance, joy, peace, and unity.

 

A Penny for my Thoughts

Today was one of those days.  One of those magical days.  Brace yourself mom, I may "go all George Harrison" on you.

I was given the book Shantaram a couple weeks ago from a friend I had just met, Eugene.  The timing was impeccable.  It's like he knew what my mind and soul were craving.  Shantaram is a 933-page book; I am only on page 138 but I have already lost myself in it.  It's a story based on the life of the author, Gregory David Roberts, a robber and heroin addict who escaped prison and his nineteen-year sentence.  He fled Australia to the majestic country of India where he "came to find his humanity while living at the wildest edge of experience." 

It was a terribly rainy day in Melbourne so what better way to escape the dampness than to hit a cafe, sip on tea and lose myself in the words of a great story teller.  For the past few months, I have known that I want to go back to India and explore the entire country.  I have felt that a piece of my heart and soul are still there.  I have been trying to find the words to describe why India is the amazing place I believe it to be.  It always comes back to the people and the energy.  There is an excerpt from the book that struck a chord with me:

"You must be careful, here, with the real affection of those you meet. This is not like any other place.  This is India.  Everyone who comes here falls in love - most of us fall in love many times over.  And the Indians, they love most of all.  Your little friend may be beginning to love you.  There is nothing strange in this.  I say it from a long experiene of this country, and especially of this city.  It happens often, and easily, for the Indians.  That is how they manage to live together, a billion of them, in reasonable peace.  They are not perfect, of course.  They know how to fight and lie and cheat each other, and all the things that all of us do.  But more than any other people in the world, the Indians know how to love one another.  Without love, India would be impossible."

There is a magic in India.  If you can see past and just accept the hectic traffic, the sometimes awful smells, the rubbish and dirtiness in the streets, you too will fall in love.  It's a place where your mind is forced to open and embrace love for the people, the culture and just the enchanting place India is. 

As I walked home, I reminisced of my experiences in India.  I remember sitting on the steps at a beach in Kovalam with a couple of locals.  We chatted about life, love, yoga, India, and Canada.  I giggled as I remembered the older woman telling me to bring back some more Westerners for her younger friend and his friends to marry.  I remembered the little boy she had with her and how he wanted to touch me and hold my hand.  I remembered one man asking me if I had any Canadian coins for his son to bring to school.  I remembered eating a fresh pineapple the woman had just cut for me.  I remembered the smell of the Arabian Sea.  I remembered the feeling of true appreciation and the simple things in life that bring happiness.  Finally, I remembered that crow at the Ashram that flew over me telling me that I have made and am making the right choices and where my life is leading is exactly where I need to be.

I then began thinking about teaching yoga and the bliss I feel when teaching.  I had mentioned in a previous post how I was developing my own practise and how I wanted to take more courses before teaching asana classes.  It was the visit from my friend Gareth that changed that for me.  I realized that the aforementioned were just excuses and that ultimately, I was just lacking confidence.  He reignited the flame and gave me the boost and inspiration I needed.  It was a couple weeks after that a coworker had said to me that she always wanted to try yoga.  To her surprise and delight, I mentioned that I am a teacher; I now teach her and her friend two or three times a week.  And now that I am into teaching, I remember why I chose to pursue teaching.  The peaceful energy I feel among my students when our class is finished is what happiness and life are all about.

Melbourne has been an incredible experience thus far for a variety of reasons, many I have outlined already: the people I have met and the great vibe in this city mostly.  I suppose I should let you know that I have been working at a cycling apparel shop which allows me to talk about bikes and lycra all day long!  Along with that, I have working as a face-to-face fundraiser (which I have found a whole new respect for).  I've also been on my bike a lot and am starting to raise funds for my Ride to Conquer Cancer in October with two great guys I met when working for the Ride.  So basically, as I once proclaimed at the age of five, "Life is good!"

So do I know what is next for me?  No, should I?  All I know is that I continue to learn about the person I am and what life is all about - or at least how I believe I should live life.  To me, it's embracing every single day, never having judgment, appreciating the simple things, sharing my aspirations, listening to others' aspirations, inspiring others, turning negativity into positivity, and fulfilling my passions.

One other thing I am certain of is that I will return to India in the near future.  The compelling stories that fill up the pages of Shantaram have absolutely confirmed that for me.  Whatever else the future brings, only time will tell.  I'm just enjoying the journey.

Yes, today was one of those days.  Om shanti.

"...it unlocked this enormous big door at the back of my consciousness."                          ~George Harrison on India

Passing through a village in the state of Kerala, India on way to Neyyar Dam.

Thanumalayan Temple, Suchindram in the district of Kanyakumari, Tamil Nadu.  L-R David from Galway, Aishwarya from Delhi, Tyler from Saskatoon and moi. Amazing, amazing temple. Amazing people.

A gorgeous autumn day in Melbourne.

The two Tracy's.  She is one person who has made Melbourne as awesome as it is. A friend for life.

"'Cause you gotta have friends..." Themed parties at their finest: Mafia.  L-R, Belle, Nina, Nick, Lisa, Damian, myself, Mick, Ingrid and Dev.

  

You can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl...

...and by that statement I mean the following:

I love the buzz of a city; I like the hustle and bustle, the city lights, the sounds, the entertainment and the excitement.  But I grew up in a small town where camping, fishing and just being in the outdoors was the best past time.  It is impossible to ignore that yearning for serenity and beauty that Mother Nature offers.  For me, being in the great outdoors is in my blood and an adventurous weekend was just what the doctor ordered.

Before my weekend adventure began, I had an awesome visit from a friend, Gareth, who I met through the wonderful world of travelling.  It was a day like we had that makes me love city life and everything Melbourne has to offer. After enjoying a Melbournian day complete with cafes, yoga, street art, relaxing in the park and parma (Chicken Parmesan with fries), I was excited to explore areas outside of the main city.

Melbourne street art at it's finest.  This is at Hosier Lane.

So what do you get when you have two Canadian (correction, British Columbian) girls itching for adventure?  Just that!  My friend, Nina, and I decided to have a weekend away and planned our journey the night before (typical...).  We wanted something epic but were not sure if anything would compare to the mountainous ranges in B.C.  After considering our options we decided on the Cathedral Ranges for an overnight camping trip.

First things first, we have to get there.  It's time to face the fear of driving on the right side..well the left side..wait, how does that work?   Anyway, opposite of Canada!  And I must say, I think I did a pretty stellar job but props definitely go out to Navigator Nina.  It took awhile for my eyes to stop drifting to the left and hugging the curb. Thanks to Neens for politely correcting me :)   Eventually, I got the hang of it and by day two it felt quite natural.

The road into Cathedral Range State Park.  This is Bernadette (Bernie), our rental for the weekend.

After two hours of driving through the beautiful Yarra Valley (this is wine country!), we reached Cathedral Range State Park.  Using a hand-drawn map and memory, we parked Bernadette at Ned's Gully car park, hoped we wouldn't get ticketed, threw our 35-pound packs on our backs, and off we ventured into the unknown range.

Up the hill we began and I soon realized that I haven't hiked a mountain for approximately eight months and forgot what a completely different form of exercise it is.  Must work on cardio - noted.  We had a short little break to enjoy the scenery (aka my heart was beating out of my chest and my lungs were shouting, "Amateur!").  As we munched on granola bars, both Neens and I spotted something in the bush.  I felt my heart rate increase (which I didn't think was possible at this point) and I felt that pit in your stomach feeling.  Basically, I was scared!  It was very hard to make out what creature was lurking but resourceful Nina was able to identify it as a Lyrebird.  Very cool!

After about another hour of hiking we then reached the peak.  My expectations were non-existent as to dismiss any potential disappointment but I can tell you, it was seriously breathtaking!  Sure, it's cliche, but I really felt at home.

So here I think that the hard part is over but the real hiking hadn't even began.  The next two hours consisted of some serious scrambling which I totally love but perhaps was ill-prepared for considering I was carrying a stupid amount of weight on my back.  About an hour in, my legs had started getting a bit shaky with trying to balance myself through the never-ending ridge. 



Ascent complete!  And this is why hiking is so awesome.  The rewards of breathtaking views are always worth it.

**Warning**  Mom, don't read this next paragraph.

I seriously almost fell over...and I don't mean scrape your knees fall on a rock, I mean tip over the ridge down the rocky cliff.  And not once but twice.  At the same spot.  Where it felt like I was tight rope walking.  On a cliff.  I lost my balance and my pack felt like it was pulling me to the right and for a brief moment, I felt my stomach leap into my mouth.  I steadied then literally four seconds afterwards, I almost lost it again.  I managed to recover before tumbling down the embankment and good news: I'm alive!  And honestly, I am stoked to go back (maybe not so much on my back next time though!).

We finally made it to the site and set up camp for the night.  Dinner consisted of salami, cheese and spinach bunwiches, Shapes, carrots and of coures goon (meaning cheap boxed wine).  After making some friends who had a (illegal) campfire, we were both knackered and decided to head back to the tent.  Did I mention it was 7:30pm?

The night did not end there though.  So yes, I am in Australia but yes, it does get freakin' cold!  I woke up in the middle of the night and had a memory of a camping trip a couple years ago on May long weekend that saw us waking up to snow in the morning.  It felt that cold here.  I then hear a shivering, desperate voice say, "Trrr-rr-acy? C-c-c-an we spoon??"  I shiver back, "Y-yy-yesssss." 

After a bloody cold night, morning arrived.  We packed up camp and started our trek back.  We took an alternate route; to be honest, I didn't feel like experiencing near-death again.  As we walked down the road back to Bernie, the sun was shining, the trees were lush and green, the birds were singing a tune and I had a "How amazing is this?" moment.  Sometimes I forget.  I am in Australia.  I live in Australia.  And there we were.  Just two friends on some beautiful and unknown road in Oz.  Literal.  And metaphorical.

Why hello Australia...you kind of feel like Canada!

Cathedral Peak!  Kind of looks like Pride Rock from Lion King.

Nina tackling the Ridge like a pro!

Much deserved vino.  And yes, we brought wine glasses...there is some class in us.

The night sky.  This is just one reason why getting out of the city is needed every once and awhile.

The descent.  A gorgeous Victoria day.

Couldn't be happier!

"Not all those who wander are lost."

Be Mindful. Be Present. Be Happy.

What does one do when unemployed?  For some, they may get stressed, worried, frantic...but for me, I bloody well will enjoy it!

Yes, I am looking for work but I also know what I want in a job.  Or perhaps it is that I know what I don't want as well.  I am being picky when selecting which organizations and roles I apply for so that leaves me currently being sans work.  If I need to work in a cafe for awhile, I absolutely will.  But in the meantime, I am honestly in one of the most wicked cities I have ever visited and I am going to live it up to the fullest.

The past month has been full of friends, food (and so much cheeeeese), bikes, swimming, wine and heaps (yes, I am speaking Aussie these days) of inspiration!  If there is anything I have learned since India, it is always to surround myself with positive people.  Positive energy is contagious but negative energy can have effects as well.  I try to turn the negative into positive but sometimes it just drains my own spirit.  Therefore, I have sought out those people that are naturally upbeat, that make me laugh, that spark my creativity, and those that I can just be my (very open) self around.  As a result, the past few weeks have been dinner parties, comedy shows, bike rides, swimming lessons, painting, yoga-ing, dancing in the streets, and just a whole lot of laughs.  Thank you to the awesome people I have met!

And now, I have been asked why am not teaching yoga right now - isn't that what I set out to do?  The answer is simple: I am still developing my own practice.  While I felt so much passion and love teaching my classes at my training, I personally want to learn and develop more.  I read an article the other day about the best jobs for people who love to travel.  A yoga instructor was on it.  The pro is that the demand is high but the con is that so are the number of inexperienced teachers entering the yoga world.  I will agree with that.  To me, yoga is not just about teaching a class; it is about teaching and inspiring a way of life.  While I am confident that I could teach a killer Baptiste-inspired class (thanks to the wonderful teachings of my yoga teacher, Brenda), I would not feel right without the appropriate training and a lot more knowledge. I am eager to take more courses on various styles and anatomy/physiology but of course this is going to take time and it will be something I work on over the next few years.  But while I am not actually teaching asana classes, I sometimes feel that I am sharing a yogic way of life anyway.  It's about taking the energy off of my mat into my daily life and if once a day I can inspire, spread a little peace, or make someone smile, then I have achieved what I have set out to do.

"The future depends on what we do in the present."  ~ Mahatma Gandhi ~

Emma, Jason and I.  The three of us met in Dublin three years ago and here we all are again in Melbourne celebrating St. Paddy's and both Em and Jason's birthdays again.  This just shows how amazing travelling is. You can meet people from all over the world and it doesn't matter how much time has passed but you have that one city or that one adventure in common - and you are friends for life.
  

Easter Sunday.  Myself, Alex, Pants, Belle and Karen.  Belle cooked us an amazing dinner!  Being of Ukrainian heritage, I wanted to contribute some traditional dishes that my family always enjoys at Easter time; however, my Paska (a sweet bread centerpiece) did not turn out!  I tried three times and it failed every time.  I do believe it was the yeast in combination with my oven :(  BUT I did make nalysnyky (crepes with a dill and cheese filling) and they were a great success!  Oh, I might have introduced the vodka shot tradition too...

My new bike!  So as I was saying about enjoying my unemployment in Melbs...this is a big part of it!  As most may know, I am participating in the Melbourne Ride to Conquer Cancer in October but I also developed a love for cycling from my Ride last year.  Life just wasn't the same without being able to cycle.  Cycling is awesome exercise, a great form of meditation at times, a great tool for networking, and just pure fun!  Cycling has brought me to some fantastic people here in Melbourne and it will definitely always be a big part of my life.

Check out my Ride to Conquer Cancer Personal Page

So you're quitting your "good job" and becoming a yoga teacher?? Yesss, what's your point?

I am not lost.  In fact, I have never been more found. Allow me to share an excerpt from The Sivananda Companion to Yoga:

"To understand what yoga is all about you need to experience it for yourself.  At first glance it seems to be a little more than a series of strange physical postures, which keep the body lean and flexible.  But in time, anyone who continues with regular practice becomes aware of a subtle change in their approach to life - for, through perisistently toning and relaxing the body and stilling the mind, you begin to glimpse a state of inner peace which is your true nature.  It is this that constitutes the essence of yoga - this self-realization that we are all seeking, consciously or unconcsiously, and towards which we are all gradually evolving.  If you can bring your mind and thoughts under control, there is literally no limit to what you can do - since it is only our illusions and preconceptions that hold us back and prevent us from fulfilling ourselves."

Here I am thirteen days away from stepping onto a plane that is going to take me to the other side of the world.  For how long, really, I don't know.  People have said to me, "You must be excited?!"  My response is always, "Yes, so excited!"  Truth be told, I have looked back on these past four weeks and the emotions I have experienced are all along the spectrum.

I looked at my countdown at work and I couldn't believe how fast time was flying by; to me, time couldn't move fast enough.  The anticipation of adventures and experiences were in the forefront of my mind and I found myself uncontrollably giddy.  As the countdown decreased at a rapid pace, I began to worry about finding work in Australia and the possibility of this giant leap finding me flat on my face.  I know this wouldn't happen though; the opportunities are endless.  Excitement settled back in but reality was hitting and I realized that I needed to get some ducks in a row.  Banking, phones, packing, moving - there's not much time left, Trace!  Reluctantly but mindfully, I put on that dusty "J" hat (that usually falls to the wayside in the corner) to wrap of some final details.  Haha, however, as I write this and glance over, that list is still sitting on my bedside table and my room is an absolute disaster...ah well, it was a valiant effort!  I still have three full days before I move some things back to Merritt...tons of time :)

Now as I am about to embark on my new adventure in just two weeks, the reality has set in 100%.  I find myself on the brink of tears when I see someone.  Not necessarily tears of sadness but tears that tell me this person has touched my life and I will truly miss him or her.  However, in the past couple of days, I have made some connections with people who are going to the teacher training and my mind focuses back to the new, amazing people I am going to meet and those friends in Australia that I am going to see again.  So while I am leaving some incredible people, more will be coming into my life.  There is definitely something to be said for having friendships around the world.     

Ok now, let's get back to yoga - it really did change my life.  It answered questions in my mind that I didn't even know I had.  Non-profit, fundraising, giving back, and volunteering are all important aspects in my life so what was I doing in a public, corporate world?  I could only do so much to share my energy with 22,000 other people but it wasn't enough.  And I know not all corporations are like this but for me at this time, a bureaucratic environment is not what I want or need.

So why do I want to teach?  The answer is very easy.  I am a person of peace, kindness, compassion, courage, and passion.  I am always seeking ways to make a difference and the biggest difference I can make is aiding people to get to the point of self-realization.  I want others to experience what I have experienced.  Find their true nature.  Get a glimpse of inner peace.  Inner peace means outer peace.  John Lennon said it best: Imagine.

Imagine/Lennon Wall in Prague, Czech Republic.  May 2009

 
For some further reading about the relationship between inner and outer peace, check out Life as a Human online magazine. Click here!