Whistler while you work... (and reflect and reflect and reflect as always... in all ways)

I blinked open my eyes after savasana meditation and started giving cues to wiggle fingers and toes. 

Teaching yoga is so second nature to me still, even after years of being away from it.

We finished class and sat surrounded by 360º windows looking out at the gorgeous Blackcomb mountain, Whistler mountain, and trees for as far as the eye could see in literally every direction.  We hung around in that yoga room of my dreams and talked about the difference between living in the heart and living in the head.

The first time I heard to Dalai Lama speak was in Los Angeles, before I found him again in India and spent three days at his temple hearing talks and ultimately taking refuge with him surrounded by Bhutanese monks and my surf Buddha friend who's island I had been living on.

The LA experience was... well... very LA. Cheryl Crow opened for him. No... really. She did.

It was unexpected and actually pretty perfect. She just sat on a stool and sang a song I'd never heard that went, "if we could only get out of our heads... out of our heads... and into our hearts...."

I'm reflecting on that this morning laying in bed looking out the window at the gorgeous heavy fog gobbling up the tree line as skiers fly towards me on carpets of snow that seem to lead to my window...  Because (as I discussed at length yesterday after teaching yoga) I have made a transition backwards... I have moved from a place where I lived in my heart at all times up into my brain. This has been a conscious transition for me.  I have moved away from the way I was raised... to intuit and to feel all things at all times... and I have begun to question everything from an analytical, scientific perspective.  I have walked away from the yoga world and every time I find myself on my mat, a part of me sighs deeply and profoundly and I feel complete.

But then I blink my eyes open and I walk back to my chemistry book.

We  talked about this physician who had just done a study putting Buddhist monks through an MRI machine while they are meditating. I love this idea of bridging the gap between heart and mind...

Although I need to spend some time in my head before I can make it back to my heart.

I wrote an article for my friend's blog - http://365til30.com/2015/02/19/project-30-zan/... It was about reflecting on my twenties from my thirties...

Wow. I am in my thirties. This is weird. Life is moving so fast.

And so I take a long breath and look out at where I am. Here. In this moment.

I just talked to my best friend Cary about saying fuck it to "forever" because it's a fallacy.

Step out of the forever fallacy... Forget about the future and just be here now.

Zoom out. 

Look at right now and smile.

When I flew up here on Tuesday evening, Kiran - the 14 yr old I was escorting on the trip up here, was shocked to hear that I had never been to Canada. You mean I been all over the world multiple times to countless countries and yet never went to visit our next door neighbor?  It is a tad ridiculous.

Especially because it's gorgeous here. So docile, mellow, polite and aesthetically beautiful.

The last two days I have been skiing for the first time (although I have snowboarded for most of my life)... Skiing is new. And here I am in utter paradise.  On one of the most beautiful mountains in the world. Staying in the penthouse of La Chamois - this gorgeous hotel/condo where I can see straight out to the mountains and watch skiers fly down the mountain towards me.

I am surrounded by trees, oxygen, life, family, laughter, babies, love and kindness.

I am so lucky to be here.

Fuck the forever fallacy.

Be here now.

Canada is killing it for me right now.

I will be back.