Some people travel all around the world in search of themselves, when in reality, the only steps you ever really need to take, are the few short ones from your head to your heart.
On April 1st, I left for Costa Rica and headed to a little town by the name of Nosara. It was here that I would be residing for the next week on a yoga retreat with my local studio, Yoga Tropics.
Rewind back to 3 years ago, I had just gotten out of a 2 year relationship with a guy that lived in LA. After all the commuting, I decided I definitely needed a little grounding.
One Halloween night, I ran into a friend who I had gone to high school with. I always remembered him as our friends scrawny younger brother, but on this night he appeared fit, buff, and super smokin’ hot. I thought to myself, “What in the world happened to this guy?” He explained he had started doing heated yoga at this local studio to heal an injury.
Previous to this encounter, I had done a little bit of yoga here and there. I always wanted to get into it, but I always felt like I was bored. Surfing occupied most of my free time from 11 years old and onward. But when it came down to it, as much as I wanted to get into yoga, I would always say something like, “I have no patience for Yoga…”
But on this Halloween night, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. I felt like this heated yoga thing might be just what I was looking for. 2 days later I stopped by the studio, signed up, took one class and I was hooked.
About this time, I was pretty disinterested in playing music. I was un-inspired. I had nothing to say, I felt like it was time to take a little time out for myself. I certainly didnt want to put out another record just because. I even went so far as to coming up with alternate things I could do with my life: Have a baby, go to culinary school, be a beach bum? But now, I could just dive full on into yoga, and bendy my life away.
The studio became my second home, the owners and staff my family. I started practicing almost every day, sometimes twice a day. It transformed my life, my body, my mind.
Then one day I thought; “I could become a yoga teacher!”
Althought I was super stoked, I didn’t want to get too ahead of myself, so I just kept a steady practice, and decided to see where it would take me. 3 years later and I can handstand myself into a deep meditation and forget about everything else going on around me. Talk about bliss.
A couple months ago, I heard about a retreat coming up. At this time, I was also talking to the owner about the up and coming teacher training. I thought, well what better time than to fully immerse myself in it, and see how I handle.
Handle it I didn’t, it handled me.
7 days of yoga twice a day, surfing twice a day, music, meditation vegetarian meals and hammock lounging, this is what I realized:
1. I dont need much to be happy in life.(I got my bag stolen at the airport before I even made it to the yoga spa, leaving me with my carry on, tennis shoes, leggings and a tank top.)
2. Everything I need, anything I am ever looking for, is WITHIN me.
3. The by-product of tons of surfing, yoga, sunshine and fresh food, is creativity.(The songs flowing through me right now are some of the best i’ve ever heard out of me.)
The trip was a real life-changer. Even as the road of life gets a little rocky, I know that my heart is the only leader I will ever need. Im committed to sharing my stoke with the world and surrounding myself with people who are as psyched on life as I am.
This one's for the ladies, or the men that want to hook their ladies up!
In the last couple weeks, I feel as though someone literally stuck there hand down my throat, shuffled around inside me, and pulled the real me back out.
Placed me in front of me, and said, There. Try not to loose yourself again.
I feel like i’ve been born again, or like I just came back from Burning Man. I feel alive. Inspired. Im creating, smiling, zipping and zinging.
Since “letting go” of my luggage in Costa Rica, I feel like i’m letting go of a lot of my old stylings as well. Think less Marc Jacobs and more recycled, bohemian diggs. I’m starting to think my bag disappeared because those old things, were just that…Old. Not in alignment with how I wanted to be expressing myself. (I have had this desire to incorporate tons of color into my wardrobe, and have been trading lots of black for white.)
I think the universe got a little confused though, cause my new NR Pants were in that bag!
A couple months ago, I was online and came across these bitchin’ pants, made from recycled vintage fabric. These pants were screaming my name, but they were all sold out on this particular site. So I went to the company’s site directly, and emailed the contact to see if I might be able to order a pair.
The gal on the other end, immediately replied, and was so freaking down to earth and amazing, I could hardly believe it. Sometimes you email companies and they can be super stuck up, acting all too cool for school. But not Novella Royale.
Mary is the woman behind the amazing-ness. And let me tell you, she is AMAZING. She is not only the designer, but the seamstress, the fabric buyer, the customer service, not to mention a full time mom, blogger and lover of life. She IS Novella Royale. A one lady show, and SHES ON FIRE!
I had the opportunity to go see her at a little event she was a part of this past weekend, and it felt like I was going to meet an old friend. She might be one of the sweetest humans I have ever met, not to mention beautiful, and yet I hardly even know her at all.
Novella Royale is my current obsession. How she is not constantly sold out of everything, is beyond me…Oh wait, she usually is! Everything is one size, but can be made to fit. The patterns are TO DIE FOR!
The new kaftan I just received even came with this strip of fabric around it, making for the perfect new head band! Heaven.