wan·der·lust: [n.] a strong desire to travel. This pretty much sums up my state of mind about 99% of the time, so when the opportunity to combine, yoga, travel and social media at Wanderlust Festival arose, I was first to volunteer.
I’m a little ashamed to say that in the month leading up to the festival, yoga was lacking in my life. Work was busy, the weather was wet and excuses were plentiful. I was literally counting down the days until I could escape to my mat and find some sunshine and peace.
Getting to my first class at Wanderlust was hectic to say the least. I was running on 2 hours of sleep, there was torrential rain, thunder, lightning and crowds of people everywhere. Despite the less than ideal conditions, I was determined to unroll my mat, begin my practice and be present in the moment.
As I walked out of the tent after a powerful class with the legendary Sean Corne, I couldn’t help but laugh at my boost of motivation. Where had this drive been for the last month or so? Why was this class any different than my ones at home? Four days of handstands, backbends, vinyasa flows and meaningful insights reminded me why I fell in love with yoga and how integral it is in my life. It’s my time for expression and reflection. It’s my place to feel strong and to relax.
Though at times getting to class can seem like a hassle or even a stressor in itself, we need to remind ourselves that it's always worth the effort. My biggest takeaway from Wanderlust was that I don’t need to wander to find time for my practice. I just need to roll out my mat.
the gratitude tree at wanderlust Vermont
