You wanna know how long it’s been since I’ve led a retreat in real life?!
I almost don’t recognize myself pre-pandemic. Pre-homeschool. Pre-Zoom.
Pre-head shave. 🙂
My god. As I have been scrolling back through photos that document the last two+ years since I’ve last stood with folks in a room, I’m almost speechless. I mean, we have spent so many of these days just “getting through” that the ease of life in “the before times has become something of a fuzzy memory.
As I like to say, “Normal is anything you’re used to.” But I miss the normal of truly being with people – laughing and crying and healing in person rather than in tiny squares on a box on my desk. Not that I’d trade those tiny squares for anything, of course – it’s no overstatement to say they have been our lifeline – but I am ready to hug. To hold hands. To gaze into the blues and browns and greens of actualeyes, not just pixels.
Are you ready, too?
If so, I want to let you know that after two long years of closures and cancelations, I’ll be back at the incredible Kripalu Center for Yoga & Health for my signature 3-day workshop, April 29-May 1.
If you’ve never been, I can tell you that Kripalu, in the Berkshires of western Massachusetts, is absolutely gorgeous. You can walk, hike, get a massage, read in a quiet space overlooking the grounds. AND THE FOOD. MY LORD THE FOOOOOOD. (You will want to marry the vegan brownies. Trust me on this.)
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