It has been over 6 Years since I moved out to Colorado on a beautiful March day, awe in my eyes over the sight of the Rockies from the plane. Since leaving Boulder, I have lived in the middle of nowhere North Carolina on a Chinese Medicinal Herb farm; lived and farmed in the bosom of the Cascades and Siskiyou mountains in Ashland, Oregon working in town at an Ayurvedic herb shop; studied the ancient science of self-healing with Dr. Vasant Lad in the Wild West of Albuquerque, New Mexico.
I have harvested the fruits of my labor, made lifelong friends, obtained to ability/legitimacy to practice Ayruvedic medicine and teach yoga. I have learned how to live sufficiently in the woods and find direction home. I have glimpsed true contentment into the raw beauty of the earth and have been blessed with a sincere comradery of herbs. Learning their ins and outs. Breathing through the ups and downs. Seen the Painted Desert, evergreen forest, canyons of fern, Zion, tents of rocks, craters of the earth, temples of sand, height of the Red Woods, backwoods of the Appalachia’s, literally driven down the “loneliest road” in America. I have collected things. I have discarded things.
I prepare to move back to Ashland, OR. Sometimes we find ourselves right where we started. The journey but necessary to realize that all we need is in our souls. The painful development to hold the capacity to relate to others. The experience to realize that what does not agree with us allows us the power of clarity to accept what does.