This leg of the journey is drawing to a close as I prepare today to embark on my 36 hour journey to another spiritual center: Peru and the Amazon.  Out of the caress of Mother India, in to the loving arms of ‘Pacha Mama’.  I’ve really enjoyed my time here in Goa, with all the smooth and rough patches, the highs and lows that come with such a transformational experience that comes with the study of self through yoga.  I’ve witnessed growth and maturity, not only in the students but definitely within myself and my fellow teachers as well. I feel as though I’ve been through some sort of ritual or initiation…a coming of age of sorts….

Today’s class, my final class with the Yoga Teacher Training students, was all about savouring the moment.  The sweetness of life and about enjoying time.
AKA -  chocolate meditations!
I have been deeply touched by this experience.  Though I’m not sure of the scope of it yet, I feel I’ve been changed.  The students organized a bit of a dinner last night, where the energy was fantastic and light.  What a shift has happened!  And this morning, I was gifted with their chanting of the traditional ‘Triumbakum’ mantra, for wellbeing and safety especially in journeys/travelling.  The glow on their faces and love in their eyes blew me away.
It reminded me of my thankfulness and my awe at the small ‘coincidences’ that occured to enable this training to take place…. How last November Eveanna and her mum bumped to a guy ramdomly who knew two brothers ‘Pappi and Guru’  who owned a small guest house in rarely visited Mandrem Beach.  How they found them after seaching almost all of Mandrem town (not realizing Mandrem Beach is separate). Behind their guesthouse was Lalit’s yoga studio, where Maeve went for a class.  After meeting Lalit, Eveanna, who had intended to be in Goa only 3 days, stayed…and stayed…and they got married!  And how they ended up in McLeod Ganj the following spring where I found their little studio at the bottom of many many stairs thanks to 2 Canadians I had bumped in to who .  Then I decided to stay longer in the Ganj and ended up teaching for Lalit on an emergency and…..then the teacher he had arranged to work with him originally didn’t work out so…here I am.
I guess there are no coincidences.
Its about opening to the experiences as they unfold.

The general consensus with the students, as they complete their practicums/exams, is a feeling of surprise that they know as much as they do.  I can agree with that feeling, though for me on this trip its become more of a sense that I trust that I know that I don’t know…!

I’ll miss India but I will be back.  Sometime.
Off to Peru.
More journeys.
Peeling back the layers of the onion.
More adventures to come.
Blessings,
Tiffany Brulotte