April 19, 2015

Eight weeks ago today the three of us, and more luggage than was humanly possible for two people and a dog to manage, traveled by train from Dusseldorf to Frankfurt Germany where we anxiously boarded a plane bound for home.

We were excited to be on our way and on to our next adventure. Miraculously, we were able to manage the crazy luggage situation with only one minor incident involving an escalator but with a little humor and the kindness of strangers and we were on our way!

So where is home anyway you might ask? First and foremost for me it’s wherever the heart is, but geographically for the time being it is Austin Texas.

It’s been a crazy time since I’ve been home with so much going on that I haven’t written a word since I’ve been here ( until now! ) and I’ve only spent one afternoon out and about with my camera.

What I’ve noticed about being back in the states is just that. It is crazy busy. At first I thought it was just the transition home and all that that comes with that but have come to the conclusion that life in the US is just energetically different than in Europe. It is faster, busier, and people just seem to take less time. 

But I have found my sanctuary in the midst of all the busyness and that is exactly what it is called. Sanctuary Yoga.

Most days I find myself at the morning Vinyasa Flow class and as climb the stairs that wind their way up under the ancient oak tree to open studio doors that are welcoming me, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of peace and calm. And Gratitude. Gratitude for this lovely place and so much more.

A few days ago I almost skipped class but something I’ve learned along the way is that when I don’t feel like going the most is when I actually need it the most. So off I went and I am so glad I did …

The instructor Leticia read excerpts from the blog On Being and it was exactly what I needed to hear. The blog was entitled The Disease of Being Busy and below are a few excerpts that particularly resonated with me. I hope you find them as profound and thought provoking as I do.


I saw a dear friend a few days ago. I stopped by to ask her how she was doing, how her family was. She looked up, voice lowered, and just whimpered: “I’m so busy… I am so busy… have so much going on.”

Almost immediately after, I ran into another friend and asked him how he was. Again, same tone, same response: “I’m just so busy… got so much to do.”

How did we end up living like this? Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we do this to our children? When did we forget that we are human beings, not human doings? What happened to a world in which we can sit with the people we love so much and have slow conversations about the state of our heart and soul, conversations that slowly unfold, conversations with pregnant pauses and silences that we are in no rush to fill?

How did we create a world in which we have more and more and more to do with less time for leisure, less time for reflection, less time for community, less time to just… be?

In many cultures, when you want to ask them how they’re doing, you ask How is your heart?

I am not asking how many items are on your to-do list, nor asking how many items are in your inbox. I want to know how your heart is doing, at this very moment. Tell me. Tell me your heart is joyous, tell me your heart is aching, tell me your heart is sad, tell me your heart craves a human touch. Examine your own heart, explore your soul, and then tell me something about your heart and your soul.

Tell me you remember you are still a human being, not just a human doing. Tell me you’re more than just a machine, checking off items from your to-do list. Have that conversation, that glance, that touch. Be a healing conversation, one filled with grace and presence.

Let us insist on a type of human-to-human connection where when one of us responds by saying, “I am just so busy,” we can follow up by saying, “I know, love. We all are. But I want to know how your heart is doing.”

How is the state of your heart today?


Some Photos of my lovely sANCTUAry.... 

Until next time ...

XOXO, from me and lu