When I travel around the world exploring yoga, I always carry a journal. Until now it has always been my private journal. Sometimes the writings are just words, sometimes poems and other times nonsensicle ramblings.
If they do not make sense, then they are not supposed to, but most of the time they serve the purpose of reminding me of a certain time or place or even a feeling or simply an experience I have had. I have been most fortunate to have had such wonderful opportunities to travel with extraordinary people to some amazing places.
Travel is a time for us to take a step back from our everyday existence and see what we are truely capable of in a different surrounding. Most humans are so good at adapting to these temporary vacations we take, It makes me question why then are we always so afraid of change?