So as you may know, a few months ago I went on my first ever yoga retreat.
This decision came from a gut feeling I had, that told me that I should start doing yoga and go on a retreat to learn.
My wanderlust had returned after several months of healing from my traumatic experience in Australia, but I was still scared to go abroad alone. So going on a yoga retreat, where I could be abroad, be looked after and continue my healing journey, was the perfect answer.
After determining my criteria for a yoga retreat, I did some research and found the perfect retreat for me.
This is where Yoga Sutra Shala comes in.
Hey fellow wanderers 🙂
It’s 2017! Happy New Year!
I hope you enjoyed celebrating the beginning of the new year.
After the mess that was 2016, I wouldn’t be suprised if you had given 2016 a big farewell. Or maybe… a good riddance!
It’s now a new year with new possibilities, new opportunities and new energies. Hopefully we’ve learned the lessons that 2016 gave us and are ready to take on the new year and all the challenges that that will give us.
Here on Wide-Eyed Wanderer, I’d like for us to start the year on a good note and with positive vibes. Just like we do every month.
For the January 2017 edition of Stories For A Smile, I have collected some stories that show just how kind & selfless people can be.
If the title of this post intrigued you, then chances are that you’re thinking about embarking on an adventure for the first time. Perhaps it will be your first solo trip or your first trip as an independent adult.
Either way, you’ve come to the right place.
It wasn’t long ago when I was in the same position as you… itching to step into the world and quench my thirst for travel. To explore, experience and engage with the world that I lived in, away from the corner that was my home.
But, perhaps also like you, stepping out into the world was a bit nerve-wracking because I had never done it before. Many what-ifs would circle in my mind and there was a lot of guess work around what experience I should have.
It was early July of 2016 and the summer holidays had officially begun. While my family and friends celebrated the beginning of temporary freedom from their tedious routines, I was ploughing away at my minimum wage job.
I was working at the neighbourhood branch of a chain bookstore and though the structure and routine were very conducive to my recovery at the beginning, now the job was hindering it. Even causing me to relapse back into the state of constant panic and depression.
As soon as 2016 came about, I made myself a deep and powerful promise – I was going to prioritise my health, my wellbeing & my recovery. 2015 taught me that I needed to. That I couldn’t keep delaying the healing work for my mental health issues and life traumas any more and that I had to consciously deal with them.
Hello, lovely hunnies 🙂
Wow… where do I even begin.
Rather then doing a typical edition of Stories For A Smile this month, I decided that since it’s December, I’d do an “End of 2016” edition where I wrap up this year and spread some much needed positivity.
But first, let’s engage in some real talk. You know, without denying our actual feelings.
So… 2016 was a mess, wasn’t it? I would have asked whether you have all recuperated from the shocking news of Trump’s presidency last month but honestly, you probably haven’t. I mean, I know that I haven’t. Heck, I’m still upset about Brexit and that was many months a go now!
I don’t know exactly where you guys are from in the world or which way you voted in the recent elections (or would have voted in the recent elections), but for those who are upset by the results of the election – I’m with you during this difficult time.
Moreover, I am you during this difficult time.
There are experiences in life that long after you have them, you smile fondly as the memory resurfaces in your mind and think to yourself, Hmm, I’m glad I did that.
There are also experiences in life that soon after you have them, you’re left with an ecstatic high. The experience was exhilarating and you promise to yourself to recreate that epic feeling sometime in the future.
And then there are those experiences that are so beyond anything you could have wished for yourself and that are so extremely, wholly and intricately meaningful to you, that you have no idea where to even start talking about them because you’re still processing the idea that you were fortunate enough to have that experience in the first place.
That was the kind of experience that I had in Andalusia, Spain.
I roamed the infamous streets of inner-city Paris, my feet obeying my curious heart as its impulsive desires navigated each twist and turn. As a 20 year old who had never before left the proverbial nest, I basked in the joys of my newfound freedom. I had nowhere to be, nothing to do and no one’s happiness to attend to apart from my own.
I wandered the city, wide-eyed and alone, with an enthusiastic curiosity that eventually led me to the Avenue de L’Opera in Paris’s 1st arrondissement. A structure far-off in the distance immediately struck my attention. While I couldn’t make out which famed Parisian building it was, there was no escaping the allure of its majestic beauty. An allure so strong I felt compelled to stroll the length of the avenue, closing the gap between myself and what I would come to find out was the Opera Palais Garner.
Yet when I stood before its entrance, it was no longer the Opera House that held my interest – it was the people, a group I hadn’t noticed until that moment. Some were outfitted in fancy clothes, their faces coated over with make-up, while others rushed around configuring a jumbled mix of cameras, lighting equipment and audio gear.