With just a few days left on our journey from Southern Bolivia to the Caribbean coast of Colombia, I have begun the reflection stage of this experience. Something about scuba diving always helps me connect with my inner thoughts. Mike finished his certification course yesterday and we dove together near a tiny island off the coast of Taganga. I seem to have lost my yoga practice somewhere in Ecuador. Although I could give many reasons why, like staying in tiny rooms in crowded areas or traveling by bus for 5 days straight, I have no excuse for letting go of the awareness of my breath. I realized it very blatently while scuba diving. Breathe in, breathe out, slow, steady, calm, connected. It´s all I could hear while flying along with the current yesterday. It grabbed ahold of me and said, ¨relax, you don´t need to work or struggle or fight or even move, just breathe.¨ After leaving Eco Truly Park, where I practiced daily, and encouraged and taught others as well, I didn´t have it so easy anymore. At Eco Truly I had so much space and time. I had a beautiful beach to practice at in the mornings, I had an amazing temple to comfort and hold me, and a community of others moving with me. Once I left, it became more difficult. I had to search out a place that was somewhat quiet, with flat ground and where there were less than 10 people looking at me like I was crazy, whistling or saying something I can´t understand. I sort of gave up I think. I realize now, that it´s just part of it...part of life I guess...letting something go for a while and then realizing just how important it is to me...to my soul...to my body...to my existence. My lack of dedication and diligence didn´t surprise me. I have come across this before as I am sure many of you have at some point. I think I am back on tract now.