I am sitting on a plane, jetting back to Canada. I have spent a week in Tulum Mexico in Baron Baptiste’s Level 3 bootcamp. Bootcamp. Doing yoga in Mexico. Gives the illusion that we are spending time on the beach and taking a yoga class. This is an intense program of asana practice, self development and inquiry. Intense doesn’t even scratch the description. Don’t forget to add in F-U-N.
80 bootcampers arrived, reuniting with bootcamper friends, meeting new ones and melding together as a group for a week. A community. We support one another, laugh and cry, go upside down and bend beyond borders. We cheer on self discovery and break throughs. We ground down to rise up into our greatness, as yoga teachers, leaders and human beings.
One morning, we took a meditative walk on the beach in noble silence. The ground rules were given – it was our job to stay together as a group, without verbalizing. As we set out, the sun was blazing down on us. We started as a big group, a nucleus, together as we were asked to be. Over the 20 minute walk, we spread out along the beach, not so far that we lost our cohesiveness, just created some space between us. We stopped for a few minutes, enjoying the sand, the water, the silence – being present to all our senses. Our leader started moving back towards our hotel. We all followed, in silence, together.
Last night, we had our farewell ceremony, still together physically. Today, we awoke at different times, leaving the hotel by shuttle, travelling through the Cancun airport and on to planes taking us back to our lives. The bootcamp community we lived as for 7 days is no longer together in Tulum. Our nucleus has spread around the world, some space between us, sharing our hearts with our communities. Japan, Australia, across the US and Canada, Alaska to Newfoundland. Our greatness glows on, empowering others, inspiring lives and living in the right NOW. The seatbelt sign is on. Buckle up. This is it yogi.