Should I Move? with Amy at Carson City Yoga: Carson City, NV: March 23, 2018

Can you even believe this view from my deck?

We sold our amazing house in Carson City. I've been wanting to sell her for a year. And we did with one phone call. It wasn't even listed.

And now that we are moving I'm sad. I'm questioning myself.  I'm loving the beauty of the valley and 360 degree views, the fireplace in my bedroom, the massive wood doors that sound important when they close, the double thick slabs of granite that adorn even pedestrian spaces like the laundry room. Even the exterior  sparkles like diamonds when it hits the hand chiseled rock and is lit with just the right amount of sunlight. We've purchased a townhouse in Reno, but freshly dipped in the magnificence of our Carson home, we have a substantial remodel ahead of us. I think its going to have a very cool Four Seasons-ish vibe but the amount of thought it takes to design it and hire the right workers is freaking me out at the moment.

Why is it at the end of my stay here in Carson City that I even dare doubt my decision? I wonder at the end of life if the same thing happens. When its almost over, many things look different. Maybe that's why spiritual masters are always carrying on about enjoying the journey, and that there is no 'there' anywhere. Is all about the present moment and being the best incarnation of self you can possibly be. The little (and some bigger) things about this house and Carson City don't really bother me so much today, and as I look around I realize I have it really good in Carson City. Why move?

There was no hiding from this question in Amy's class today. While I was getting settled on my mat and enjoying a meditative respite from the messiness in my home , I heard periphery noise of more yogis entering the room. "Should I move to make room for them?" This is a question I've been asking myself since we signed the escrow papers. And "for them" I mean the new incarnations of my own self.

In yoga, the word "prana" at the surface means breath. A deeper meaning, and one much more expansive, means "life force". As beautiful and seemingly perfect our mountain paradise home is, I have felt my breath, prana, and life force guiding me to move. It is a clarity, as Rumi would say, from 'beyond'.

There were a lot of instructions in today's practice, but the most useful was "move with your breath". It is a common instruction in any yoga class, but it is one easy to forget. Not only does it feel good, but such a practice holds key information. Not only in how to move your arm or leg, but also how to move  your mind. I noticed today, for example, during a belly exercise,  the miracle of answered prayer in my own more-youthful-than-last-year- belly ,a result of a more mindful diet,  a little extra cardio in my game, but more than anything a shift that started by following my breath that lead to a shift in my belief system that its possible to not be held hostage by belly fat at 56. 

I've been breathing in massive moves like touring with David and Steve Winwood, about writing a yoga book, and always there's handstands, free falling backbends, and king pigeon pose. On the surface all these things appear so impossible, but when I breath into them I know there is a path to such dreams and visions. Sages believe if you can dream it up, you can manifest it. It requires more than hard work, though. Its about patience, perserverance, faith, and trust, and surrendering into the unknown. Hence why just wishing things into your life doesn't happen. There is deep spiritual work involved.

Do I have to move to Reno to align with my big, bold dreams? I don't know. But my yoga practice today made one thing super clear; I can't do it standing still in Carson City, no matter how much I'll miss that beautiful house.

Health, Love, and Rock N Roll.

Sunrise off of the southern deck makes the most delightful shade of pink as it hits the snowy mountains.