My days in the jungle of Costa Rica were full and filled to the brim with introspective insights. All the "free" time that I had was spent on piecing together the next steps in my ever continuing journey. The serendipitous path that preceded this one had already availed to me that absolutely anything could happen, but I was still waiting on the next "thing" - whatever it was. Sure enough, the Universe delivered.
My message came in the form of a FaceTime call from one of my Yoga teachers from India whom I'll call "Mr.B". After some cordial introductions he went straight to the point as to why he called me. The conversation was short and simple:
Mr.B: Do you want to go teach Ashtanga Yoga in China with me?
Me: (without hesitation) Yes! When?
Mr.B: As soon as my contact can get the paperwork together...and after you have a short meeting with our future boss - Jason.
Me: (busts out laughing in disbelief) Yes yes yes! Are we actually going to China? Is this for real? Should I already book my ticket?
Mr.B: It's all legit. If you go, I'll go...
Me: Let's fucking gooooooooo!
...and that was pretty much it. The conversation only lasted a couple of minutes, but it was an obvious choice. Of course I'd go try life out in China. It was either go try out China or stay within my comfort in the jungle (both exciting choices). The couple who ran the treehouse community even offered me a paying job to stay if I would have liked to. It was very tempting. They also offered the same deal to the girl I was in a romance with. We could have stayed in our romantic tree house community bubble and continued on in our own little world. However, we both had certain goals that we were still seeking. To stay in the jungle would have been to ignore those desires. For me, I knew that if I wanted to delve further into the world of teaching Yoga then I had to keep moving and continually be tested by different scenarios and circumstances - exactly what China was offering to me. I knew that if I stayed in the jungle I'd become too comfortable. Just like that I had the next piece to my puzzle. I decided that on my way to China I'd make a pitstop in Paris, France to see Stella whom I was still in contact with... and to whom I was still deeply in love with. In this period in my life I had two lovers. I had always wondered what it would be like to be polyamorous, so I tried it out. I could write a whole 'nother blog on my experiences with having multiple lovers, but for the sake of my story, I won't allow myself to digress. In short, I learned so much about myself through having dabbled in polyamory, but in the end, it wasn't suitable for me. Continuing on.
The last days of my time in the jungles were filled with sentimentality. I soaked up every moment knowing that the chances of me ever returning were slim. Completely possible, but slim. There were too many other places to see. I also cherished every last moment with my jungle lover. What we shared was of the utmost value to me, but I also knew that the chances of ever reunting were slim. I didn't want anything or anyone to sway me in my visions for seeing the world. As much as I wanted to open up my heart completely to her, I never allowed it. In this way I had to harden my heart. To be soft was to allow myself to be changed, but I had no intention of changing my path. I believe there is a time and place to allow love to change your life, but I didn't want it. Not yet. We shared one last tender romantic night sleeping in one of the treehouses together. The following morning we parted ways. We cried. We kissed. We said goodbye. That was the last time we ever saw each other...Off to Paris, France I went!
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