The cosmos has aligned and– for the first time in a long time– it is clear to me what I’m supposed to be doing with myself in the very Now:
Yoga and music.
(i.e. teaching, talking, writing, workshopping, creating, connecting, breathing, brainstorming, etc., etc.)
What is not so clear to me in the very Now is where I’m supposed to be doing all of this. (i.e. in the long term).
Hence, the travel.
And then there’s always the possibility (probability?) that I’m meant to be doing the yoga and music stuff while on the road… at least until I receive a clear sign from the Universe that it’s time to throw down the anchor and simply chill in place.
Look, I’ve tried the reverse of this the past two fall seasons (in Pennsylvania, and at other times, such as when I lived on the Upper West Side of Manhattan and in Park Slope, Brooklyn), with pretty much disastrous results.
That is to say, I spent a lot of money (on multiple occasions) building a mini home studio, and a lot of time recording all sorts of musical fragments and snippets, only to lose my mind for some reason or other and abandon the project and run off to some far away land.
This time, I’m thinking of trying something a little different.
I’ve been having a surprising amount of fun composing song fragments on this iPad my dad lent me, and I realize that having access to all of the technology in the world doesn’t really matter if you don’t have any good songs to record.
So I’m thinking about getting myself a little travel guitar (my last one, a Martin Mini, basically exploded last summer thanks to that NY humidity), and– ready for this?– just writing some good songs.
Man, I haven’t done that in forever.
What about the yoga?
Yeah, I can teach that now, can’t I? I mean, I haven’t officially gotten my Yoga Alliance certification, but I did finish my teacher training.
If I put a little effort into teaching some yoga while out on the road, then this could all happen.
If only I had a clever approach to distinguish myself from every other yoga teacher out there…
Oh, wait. I do.
I call it “Shaloha Yoga,” and I’ve spent the entire year developing and refining this down-to-earth, minimally-pretentious, non-mumbo-jumbo-y, totally practical method for circumventing anxiety, depression, and stress (at least in my own life), and building a stronger and fitter mind, body, and spirit.
Am I talking about some top-secret magic cure-all that no one’s ever considered?
It’s just good old fashioned yoga and meditation, with an “Evan twist.”
Anyway, I should have mentioned that this was another one of those “write for an hour without stopping” exercises, and my time is just about up.
I’m gonna close this out with the vision that’s becoming clearer and clearer in my head:
My mission right now is to link my yoga practice (and teaching) with my creative self-expression projects– to write about that process– and then to offer classes and workshops to help other people attain that same fusion with their own variables in their own lives.
I’m talking about a truly holistic and interdisciplinary approach to self-awareness and personal and professional fulfillment.
If I can pull this off, it’s gonna be (in the words of one of my yogi-surfer-world traveler role models, Eoin Finn) pretty freakin’ awesome.