Yoga Retreating and Real Life

I'm still alive. 

I wasn't kidnapped by some chanting yogis last weekend, nor did I run away to an ashram to deepen my practice (although I have considered doing so in the past).

The weekend was amazing. It was exactly what I needed. I got to be quiet, reflective and spend time in nature. The fall, although colder, is such a beautiful time of year. I love watching the leaves change. 

The best part of my weekend was that I didn't have to be "Infertile JellyBelly" all weekend long. We talked about our lives, our work, our yoga practice, and most of all food. The food at the retreat was phenomenal! I was more than a little sceptical since I do love to eat meat, but the vegetarian dishes that were prepared for us inspired me to cook! I even bought the cookbook and I can't wait until the weekend so I can pick up the ingredients to some of the dishes that we ate! 

It's been a long time since my body felt strong and healthy. I did take it easy, but I did partake in two hour long hikes in pretty hilly terrain. I also took one nap, but that's to be understood. 

My favourite part of the weekend was Sunday morning. I got up early and I got to practice while the sun was rising. I spent quite a bit of time just sitting on my mat and feeling the sun on my face. I could almost feel the sadness and frustration of the past few months melt away. 

I'm still waking up with a low grade fever and I'm still feeling achy. I've been taking so much A.dvil that I'm glad that I buy it at C.ostco! I really hope that these antibiotics kick in soon. I'm also pretty out of whack because of the time change. One would think that one little hour would be nothing, unfortunately my internal clock is super sensitive.

I wish I could take a nap, but I would have 22 little people who wouldn't be so happy about that!