The Gold Inside with Betthany: Uptown Yoga, Dallas, Texas: January 26, 2016

Things on the road can get super spicy when the leader of the pack doesn't feel well, and Dave has had some vocal chord mischief since we left for Nevada..and off and on for as long as I've known him. We've had to cancel two shows already and we have a doctor appointment in Dallas, Texas tomorrow to see what our future holds and it makes everybody a little cranky.

The good and bad news is that life on the road is very unsteady and unpredictable. Plans change all the time and at the drop of a hat, often with no warning. It is an excellent practice because such is life. But it is also super duper hard.

In the moments when I can just go with it, which is getting easier I must say, but going with it without being judgmental or angry is super hard and is my new "favorite" practice. But when I really let go and come into the moment I find what's happening right in front of my eyes is so amazing and awesome.

Today we were rolling from Tulsa, where we'd just drove all day yesterday, and cancelled the show, to Dallas, Texas. Its all so disorienting to me and there's been very little time to get out of the bus and walk around and breath, much less a yoga class. As we were rolling down the highway, arguing about where or if to eat breakfast or lunch, and where we should stay in Dallas, and stash the bus or not, etc, I realized we were heading down highway 75 right through Denison, Texas where my Grandmother lived and I spent lots of time as a child. In Denison there is also a family burial site where my Grandparents, my Dad and two aunts rest in peace.

With the tour falling apart and no solid landing pattern, I did find something to reach out and hold me on the path. It was a little bit of a hide and seek game but we did roll right up to 1103 West Walker and I got to visit my Grandmother Wilson's house.

Almost every visit to Grandmother's house..which happened often after Sunday church, we'd drive to the cemetery after a huge lunch. My grandmother was on the cemetery board and thought it was the coolest thing ever. As a kid it seemed a little weird, but we did it so often it became normal. The drive in her huge Cadillac felt like it took forever, which was hilarious to me today because its only about 1.1 miles from her house.

We went there for a visit in the tour bus. Which of course couldn't make it through the winding tombstones so we parked on the side of the highway and I jumped out to investigate. There was the most lovely woman in the cemetery office who directed me the way. As I sat among my family dead, I see David get out of the bus and walk all the way over to join me. For a man who doesn't like to walk, and really hates to move when he's sick, this was an act of love of gargantuan proportion.

I'd take every bad moment of any tour times a thousand and it would be worth it for that single moment.

We sat together at the gravesite for quite a while.

I left Dad a CD to listen to and hope he shares it with my Grandparents and aunts.

I really think they all would have loved him very much.

When we got finally settled in Dallas later that evening, I walked over to Uptown Yoga for a delicious yin class. The instructor read a beautiful poem about the gold wealth inside.

I've never felt richer in my whole life.

Namaste.