This is just a brief post -- and later there will be pictures, I promise -- to let you know that after 18 icky hours on bus after bus after bus, I have landed safely at Kripalu Yoga Center, eager to begin my YogaDance teacher training but feeling icky sticky and quite displaced.
But that's the idea, right? To push myself. To stretch these wings and see how they work in different wind streams.
I have been here, as I write this on Sunday afternoon, for all of one hour and am still awaiting my room and a blessed, blissful shower.
I know I have to breathe through all this initial fear, all this gripping, all this reaction.
I am immediately repulsed by a hundred little things. Looks, words, bits of overheard conversation, the quiet whisper-voice thing that everyone seems to affect.
But I keep reminding myself that much of this is my Introvert, Screaming from the Ache of the New.
I keep reminding myself of what I learned through many difficult deaths and my reemergence from an intellectual atheism: that I really would rather be "with" the "freaks" than with the cynical know-it-alls.
By the time many of you read this, I will be in or done with the first couple of actual sessions. I will have eaten proper meals. I will have slept. I will be clean, for goodness sake.
I am thinking I may have gotten an attitude adjustment by then.
I'll write more at some point tomorrow.
In the meantime, how do you all react to the Drastically New?