Transitions

It is so common, in yoga and in life, to fly through transitions.  I find it a very human reaction to be so focused on what is to come next that one neglects to consider the process of getting from here to there.  As Steven Tyler said, “Life’s a journey not a destination.”

It’s easier to focus on the transitions in Nicaragua because they take longer.  When you’re on foot and on a bus, your transition differs greatly than when you’re in a car of your own speeding from destination to destination.  I traveled this weekend to Esteli in Northern Nicaragua.  Below are some notes from the ride…

Romantic Latin music plays, accompanied by video, from the front of the bus.  Vendors carrying plastic bags of tomatoes and green peppers squeeze up and down the central aisle to sing-song calls of “Tomate, tomate, tomate!  Chiltoma, chiltoma, chiltoma!”  No need to travel all the way to el mercado for tonight’s meal.  The aire here is cooler , three hours North of Granada.  “Fresco, no frio,” I’m told when I mention the coolness to fellow travelers.  Fresh, not cold.

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