How one woman found yoga, eased her inner hunger, and started loving herself. Follow Kimber as she shares her journey to loving her body, the joys and sorrows of yoga teaching, and venturing into the wilderness of writing and publishing.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

The Ocean Refuses No River

Spent a gorgeous week up at the Feather River, teaching yoga, hanging out with friends, floating with my feet dangling in the water as the pines and redwoods watched over me. Sprawled across canvas chairs, over cups of cold mint tea, I enjoyed many inspiring conversations with my camp friends about bodies and food and writing. The day before I left for camp, I sent the book proposal to a publisher. Yup, just one. Don't worry, I don't have any illusions (delusions?) that the very first publisher will fall in love with the manuscript and I'll be on my merry way. Though it would be nice. Nope, I've just dipped my toe into the unfathomed depths of the publishing ocean, only to head off on an adventure to Nepal.

Yes, tomorrow night (technically 1 am Tues) Cooper and I will be flying across the Pacific to Hong Kong for an eleven hour layover and then on to Kathmandu. Apparently Internet cafes are all the rage there, so I expect I'll be able to share our occasional travel delights and mishaps thanks to the virtual intertubes that magically connect us. I also expect to forget the existence of the intertubes entirely in the moment of exploring a new (to me, ancient to the world) culture and trying to figure out which door says "Bathroom" and which says "Danger, Keep Out" when I don't read any Nepali. Nepal is yet another mysterious ocean I'm about to dive into head first.

"The ocean refuses no river," is a beautiful line from a song by Sheila Chandra that I sometimes sing to my students during savasana. I'm remembering and trusting that these oceans I'm flowing toward won't refuse me... but will welcome me in their luminous embrace. I plan to welcome them back. May you too be welcomed by the oceans you're flowing towards. The next time you hear from me, I'll be in Nepal. Blessings, Kimber