This past week, I was incredibly lucky as my fellow teacher and dear friend Katie came to visit. We both come from the Bay Area yoga studios, although Katie has been teaching in New Zealand now for several months. I miss her all the time, and was ecstatic to host her for a long weekend. We made the most of her short trip. She took my class, I took her class (so much clapping, so much sweetness with juuuust the right dash of sass and authority), we wandered/ate our way around Melbourne, and took a whirlwind overnight adventure along the iconic Great Ocean road.
Little would either of us have guessed a year ago that this time one year later we’d still be hanging out, goofing around in yoga postures, and drinking pearl tea—but on the other side of the world. It’s so wonderful how much things can change while simultaneously staying exactly the same. Just like the yoga: same 26&2, millions of ways to experience it.
In experiences like this, I am constantly overwhelmed by how lucky I am to have yoga in my life. Look at all the amazing people I get to know and things I end up doing because of it!