I didn’t realize what trouble I was having feeling grounded until I got there. Until my shoes were on the wet and dirty sidewalks with the crisp cold air hitting my face. I needed to get back down to earth, to look up at the trees, feel the air and just breathe for a bit. It was the thing that I didn’t know I needed. I had spent my days here filled with prayer, meditation, movement, breath, and the ability to indulge every little heart’s desire. I came to realize how much I had been starving myself, in a sort of soulful way. The only way I could think to describe how this trip had been was that it nourished my soul. My cup needed to be filled. This trip reminded me of why I fell in love with the practice of yoga. It creates a balance, centeredness and a certain grounded to earth feeling in my life. It allows me to walk throughout my day with my eyes looking up and a lifted spirit. It feels like magic, like the universe just kissed my heart to say “I’m with you.” I’m thankful for that feeling, and that Portland allowed me to experience it again. I saw a beauty here that felt refreshing, sort of like that barefaced, no makeup girl with an unapologetic I don’t care what you think of me attitude. Maybe I’ve been in Miami too long? And maybe one day I’ll find the words to describe these feelings perfectly, but for now this is the best I’ve got. This is my thank you letter to Portland for bringing me back down to earth.