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?