I like getting-up early in the morning, with a bag packed the night before.
These two activities in combination signal adventure. I’m sure this dates back to childhood, when family holidays were always preceded by a night of packing and a pre-dawn rise.

Today the adventure is different.
Geographically, the destination is Bondi Junction; about 45 minutes on the train.
This trip is the second instalment in a greater journey. I’m training as a Yoga Teacher.

The first instalment was two weeks ago; a week spent with twenty amazing co-aspirants.
We ate well, practiced yoga for hours, danced, laughed and even cried.
We came together as a team in a way that I have never experienced before; and as a guy with a thirty year career in corporate IT, I’ve done more than my share of team building.

In yoga the word Namaste is frequently translated as “the light in me recognises the light in you”. That’s exactly what happened.

For one week we created a space where it was safe to be yourself, in all your glory, with all your doubt, your fear and your dreams.
No matter what you brought with you, you were greeted with non-judgment and support.

It was like being adopted by a huge family, completely devoid of bickering, sibling rivalry or any negativity.

And uniting us all, a common desire to enhance the yoga in our lives. For some the goal is to become a teacher, for others, it’s to deepen their own practice. Many of us are uncertain how we will use the training, it’s simply a path we were compelled to take, the destination is yet to be revealed.