She’d come to leave a deposit. The feminist. Remember her? I was happy to see her. We reviewed what would be in her apartment. Turns out she had more than king sized sheets.
“I can’t wait to move”
“That bad?”
“My roomies.”
“How many?”
“Just one. But there’s so much drama.”
Drama. So seductive and enticing. It certainly makes life interesting. The high, the climax, the near or real violence. It is addictive. A friend once asked me if I did’t miss all my indie films and movie nights from the big city. “My life is a movie,” a curtly answered. I had a stalker, people trying to rip me off or take something from me most of the time. I had the beauty of the Caribbean, friends with jealous partners, drugs lords next door and murders. Yes murders, have you read my memoir?.
Insidiously, it all seemed ok because it took me away from everything else. I could feel very good about myself as this telenovela wrapped its arms around me. I wasn’t so bad after all.
Eventually, I learned it’s better to have theatre than to live in it. What pulled me out? Yoga and journaling. Seriously. Yoga helped me find peace and the beauty in it, even if I were the only person peaceful in a storm of drama. And when I’d get caught in the drama, writing and then seeing on paper what I’d experience, helped me sift the ok from the not ok.
Whether you are caught up in a smuggling ring or a diamond ring, opening your body to how that feels, how it really makes you feel, writing it down and coming back to that will help you find your dharma. It’s simple and beautiful and when you can be honest with yourself, it is very healing.
Give it a try with me next week. We’ll start a series of yin and journaling classes Tuesday May 26th 8 am Tulum Time. Classes here at Tribal or on Zoom, include a journal, all your yoga props, coffee in the garden after and 90 minutes of peace and introspection. Give yourself the gift of opening your body, documenting what it is you see and moving from that place of knowledge.