The yoga studio is perched high on a mountain in a circular
structure. I walked in to the
beaming smile of Joelle the teacher who immediately came over to me beaming and
shaking my hand welcoming me with his Australian accent. He wanted to know if I had practiced
before and I always say that I’m a beginner, because for me in yoga I’ll always
be a beginner. The students in the
class were far from beginners and mostly, but I felt so peaceful and stretched
beyond my norm mainly because Joelle invited all levels and gave modified poses
along with advanced. More importantly for me the setting inspired my body to
open more expansively and generously. It was just so beautiful to be in this
setting as the sky opened up to orange and we looked out at the bays and felt
the breezes in the open air.
After yoga with just the light of my little light, I walked
down the hill to dinner and sat near a woman who had been coming to Maho since
the 70’s with her family and now her kids are in college and would be joining
her in the next few days. She’s travel worldwide and she’s knows all the luxury
places on the island and I get the sense that staying high end wouldn’t be an
issue, but here she is at Maho in the little tent cottage. She has no desire to
be in one of those big resorts and when it’s time for dinner wondering what to
wear.
What I love about being away, and especially being at a
place like this, is that my eyes thank me for not coating them with dark lines
and mascara. My hair thanks me for giving it a break from the heated objects.
My skin thanks me for the moisture and for letting it be all natural and my
body thanks me for wrapping it ino lose clothing and giving it some rest.
After dinner, me and my flashlight walked up the steps to my
little hut so my body could thank me even more for an evening of reading and
going to bed by 9:30. Yes, 9:30.
