Most years go like this: January to mid-May: New York. Mid-May to mid-Sept: Newfoundland. Mid-Sept to December: New York. Except when we stay in Newfoundland for the whole winter. which is always pretty exciting. And beautiful. And cold. And snowy. This year is shaping up a little differently.
For one thing, I have to be in Nashville for another yoga therapy training at the end of June. For another thing, Finn is leaving the nest early. I used that phrase in a post to an online homeschooling forum recently. Last night, Finn called me out on it. He couldn't believe I used such a hackneyed cliché (are there any other kinds?). Apparently he has high standards for my writing. Who knew that I had raised such a literary snob? I wonder what he would think of my digressions? In any case, he is heading to Italy for a year (or so) to be a WWOOFer. I wish I could say that it is his deep love of the land and the soil that has brought him to this decision but, I can not. It is his deep interest in Italian food and the slow-paced lifestyle. WWOOFing seems to be the most likely way for him to experience it on a budget. So, off he goes on his grand adventure at the end of May.
Finn's grand adventure didn't, in itself, change too much and Lucy and I were still booked on a ferry in early July. Then, I started having some doubts. As loyal readers know, I have been part of a team of women caring for a friend who has Stage 4 cancer. She calls us her goddesses. Somehow, recently, I was dubbed "Head Goddess" although I am not sure how that came about. I am thinking of adding it to my business cards, however. Although my friend has been holding her own - indeed even more than holding her own; she has been doing great - I have been feeling uneasy about being away for so long. It just doesn't feel like Head Goddess behavior. But it still wasn't really clear to me what I should do.
Then a golden opportunity fell into my lap. I have been searching around for places to teach yoga that would be welcoming of what I do, which is decidedly not Power/Sweat Express/Kick Ass/Rock'n Roll Yoga to the Stars. It's been a tough sell in this More is More/Vata deranged/if-I-don't-leave-here-drenched-and-exhausted-then-I-haven't-done-yoga city. Then I remembered J. Brown. J has made a name for himself as the "gentle is the new advanced" yoga guy. He trained in the same lineage and has a studio in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, where he has carved out his audience of people who appreciate what he is doing. It's kind of a miracle, really. So, I made contact and offered my services (our lineage is small so we know lots of people in common). I went to his class. We hit it off. He offered me a spot in his teacher training on scholarship so we would be on the same page, teaching-wise. And thus my question of to stay or not to stay was answered. J's training is largely self-directed but he does hold workshops on Saturday evenings throughout the summer. Hello, New York summer!
I still have to be up in Cape Breton at the end of August to install the show in Inverness and then we will travel on to Gillams. Enrollment willing, I will be teaching at the big fibre conference in Gros Morne in early October. Does that mean winter 2015-16 in Gillams? It's not impossible! Just as things sorted themselves out for the summer, I am going to trust that the answer to that question will come in the fullness of time.