You are home.

When I first announced the news of my move and Athletes for Yoga’s expansion back it April, I was thrilled — I was ready to skydive. Then, I ran into a brick wall called the UK government. As many of you know, I’ve been waiting for more than three months for my visa to arrive so that I can join our English Sporting Director (aka my hubs) in London and expand the Reset Revolution across the pond. If you’re familiar with our signature “Ughhhh” please go ahead and chime in with that right now.

To say that these last few months has tested me feels like an understatement. As much as I try to approach change as an opportunity to lead by example, living in limbo has pushed my patience and trust to the limit. My husband moved months ago, we’ve rented out our Seattle home, Athletes for Yoga Seattle has a new boss lady, and I’ve said goodbye (for now) to the athletes who are the reason why Athletes for Yoga exists. My #viewfrommymat has become my #viewfrommy(parents)couch while the visa remains nowhere in sight and, as the foundation beneath me continues to shift, so has my sense of home. Despite the outpouring of support from the Reset Revolution, I’ve felt, well, homeless.

I’ve spent a lot of time trying to keep my grip on reality — trying to keep perspective — and looking for ways to channel my rage at the UK government. Yoga has made me feel calm. Running has made me feel strong. My rose consumption has also doubled (at least). Knowing in my heart that I’m doing the right thing has keep me keep moving forward, even while I’ve felt stuck. Unsurprisingly, following that intuition led to many magic moments along the way that now I wouldn’t trade for anything…

Team Athletes for Yoga in our natural habitat.

The Picky Bars and Oiselle Little Wing OMies who so generously hosted me and the mobile studio in Bend.

Solo SUP with sister hero Lauren Fleshman... in dresses.

Breathing space at Ocean Beach in San Francisco.

Time with the original sister hero: my mom.

... and many more.

I realize that, while I was busy searching for home, I was always there. I — we — are always at home in our own hearts, and when we return ourselves to that place we experience trust, patience, and ease. I felt glimpses of it while chasing Little Wing up a mountain, while rocking out to Led Zepplin on my 2,000-mile solo road trip to California, when athletes waived the Reset Revolution flag by coming to our outdoor studio, and every time the light caught the rings on my finger. And, I feel it now as I type — mid-flight en route to Miami where I’ll reunite with my other half, enjoy some R&R, and attend a workshop with one of my teachers before we fly to London.

I continue to feel ease every time I stop and take a deep breath in… a slow breath out…

And then I know I am home, which is exactly where I'm supposed to be.