Photos by my silly little phone.
This summer I am a happy traveler. Let me on that bike, train, plane... I'll go. :)
In the past few months, I've been lucky enough to see Boston, Sacramento, and Detroit...
Happy memories, leaving little parts of my heart every place I go. Teaching. Learning. Being free.
Student is teacher is student.
And it's been wonderful returning to Chicago every time. Chicago, Evanston, Chicago...
I love this place. I love the yogis here. I love the architecture, and that view of the lake where it feels like it's the end of the universe. I love the way the sky glows because of all those bright lights, that energy. I love, too, that I know where to find the mountains where the air is so clear the satellites are easy to see. No lights except the ones farthest away.
Knowing home is in the coming back.
Again and again, I love.
Happy summer, beautiful people. Thanks for reading. Namaste.
PS the poem form of this post goes a little something like this...
city of chicago
farther and back
(my own) home