Hearts Heavy, Lungs Full.

One week without yoga and I find myself conducting odd neck stretches and spinal twists in my tiny Ecuadorian bus seat.

Last night we witnessed the most amazing dance performance of 2 people,

1 man and 1 woman.

Both small in body, but fearless in strength and expression.

They were completely covered head-to-toe in cloud-white clothing with a third of their face from their eyes to the top of their mouths hidden behind a mesh layer.

We never locked eyes.

Their breath was perfectly in sync and the actual sound of each of their inhales and exhales was very much a part of the piece.

It was incredibly human: so authentic, believable, raw.

The kind of performance you don’t totally understand, but you don’t need to.

“Get out of your head,” art demands.

“Feel with your heart.

Experience her mystery.”

It’s funny- just one week without yoga and almost more than anything else- I miss that.

Being in a room full of that sound:

Intentional breath.

I miss having my breath be perfectly in sync with a room full of strangers.

Hearts heavy,

Lungs full.

I miss rising on the inhale,

And folding on the exhale.

So I do what I can,

This hour on a beautiful, magical bus ride through a deep sea of green.

Nearly everyone around me is asleep.

My twists get deeper.

I am having fun.