11/22-23/15: At Last, Back on the Road

Okay, so it was just another trip to my hometown in the mountains. And, just a run-of-the-mill (albeit nice and accommodating) hotel. I even forgot to snap a picture for the blog (fallen out of the habit, it's been so long). But it was a trip, and much needed.

Beyond that, not much to say. So I'll keep it at, "I did yoga in a hotel room that was not, not where I'd been doing yoga daily for weeks while stranded by my RV-breakdown." Amen.

11/16/15: R.I.P., Kalki

Yes, Kalki the RV is no longer.

Well, perhaps that's a bit too morose. Rather, Kalki is no longer mine, now being under new ownership. How did I come to sell my beloved, most-of-the-time home? The answer is complicated, but it began several weeks ago, on my last trip with K, at the tail end of which it broke down. Long story short, I had it repaired, then it broke down again, then I had it repaired again -- and then, finally, for even more complicated reasons, I had to sell it off. Irony abounds.

Consequently, I've been stranded -- comfortably, but stranded no less -- in my family's beach-side vacation property for the duration. Obviously, this has affected my status as wandering yogi. With my mobility so limited, my yoga for the last month has been anything but migratory and expansive, being confined strictly to my hermetic little trailer. Again, not uncomfortable, but far from wandering-yogi. A yoga class would, presently, be more adventuresome.

What does this mean for the yogi himself, and his travels? Unknown. Though, that's not necessarily a bad thing. The blank page holds wonders as well as terrors, as it were.