Vacation

So I'm back, but not really.
I'm here, but it's like I'm on a sidetrack riding on a wave of leisure.
Back home, back to work, trying to get back on track with my training, work, at-home-life. All things that I love.
But I don't have my usual control. I don't have a single note in my calendar. I honestly don't know when I start teaching again. It's sometime in august but I don't know the date.... and that feels really good. I feel like I'm on a extended vacation. A brain-vacation.

So how was Canada?
It was amazing. Everything I wanted and more.
Of course it was practice with a sprinkle of practice on top. And my plans on taking extra aerial lessons after the 9 hour scheduled training day went out the window. It was just to much to take in. New lingo, new people, new moves. All in 35 degree humid heat.
The canadians was super friendly. The city was beautiful with a lot to offer. The vegetarian food was awesome!! Sweden is soooo far behind in that aeria that it's like we're playing a different game on a different planet in another solar system.
The surprice of the journey was that I really got to know E & P. There is just no escape from that when you travel together, live together, eat and sleep together and spend most of your awake time falling on each other or stepping in each others crotch.
The best that a take with me home is what mine and Elaine acro-partnership grew into. Just wait and see. We are at a hole new level of groovy =)

Redefining

We are living a temporary life in a temporary world, where nothing makes us less, everything makes us more and performing miracles isn't a matter of doing the impossible, it's a matter of redefining the possible.

Falling.

Yesterday a friend fell down and broke his wrist.
The sound of the fall. The sound in his voice and the sound of silence thick from everybodys grief for our friend and releif that it wasn't us.
Yesterday I didn't fall.
I think that I had my fare share of broken bones and broken hearts but still it hits me every single time. It hits me like a fist right in the middle of my chest and it's hard to breath.
The vision of a broken bone is not unlike the vison of a broken heart. The crooked and twisted skeleton under the skin, or the crooked and twisted pain in someones eyes.
Many, many times when my heart or my spirit has broken I wished for a broken bone to replace the brokeness with. Something visual, something that others can see and pity me for.
Yesterday I didn't fall.

The sound of falling is always followed by silence. And then the breathing starts again.

Acroliving in Montreal

A week in my stay in Montreal and all that comes with 9 hours of practice every day and sharing a small space with two friends I have to admit that it's even more awesome than I thought it would be.

First there is the impact of Montreal and the people that live here. Not only the ones that work at the studio were the training is at, but everybody are super nice! You expect that your teachers are going to be more or less nice to you as it's a part of their job description if nothing else. But when complete strangers come up to you on the street, not to rob you on neither energy or belongings, just to be nice to you – that's a new for me.

Second there is the living together. I'm a very private person. I need my space and time for myself. Luckily both E and P are the same so they don't force me to have pyjamaparty and paint each others toenails every single evening. But we have our daily check of highs and lows and laugh about all things that kind of get lost in translation.

The training is tough, but not to tough. It's just about tough enough =)

Definite high as far as the training is the creative process, a part of the education when we create our own flows, moves and adjusts.

Definite low is all the surya namaskaras. Everybody that ever has been in one of my classes and asked for sun salutes has got the answer ”White girls don't jump.” Witch is a stupid answer that refers to that I'm bad at jumping. It also means that I rarely do suryas at my classes. I'm more into creating flows and vinyasas that keep the students and myself interested and curious to know what comes next. But I can estimate the meditative (putting to sleep) effect that comes along with doing the same thing over and over again.

Keep on playing.