04/06/2026
Here. Wishing I was there. Very much aware of the irony.
There’s a teaching that stayed with me from morning satsang at the ashram. Swami told the story of a man who was here, but wanted to be there. So he went there. And when he arrived, and there became here, he wanted to be somewhere else entirely. And so it went on.
We laughed. Then we sat with it.
The irony is not lost on me that I’m sharing this while very much wishing I was back there. But maybe that’s the teaching working on me still. Not that longing is wrong, but that somewhere in this moment, right here, there’s something worth being present for too.
Yoga. Still teaching me. Probably forever.