Rey Blnt and I snuck away to cultivate an intimate space/sound healing for one another. Tucked into one of the amazing offerings available at the festival; a teepee filled with cushions, blankets and singing bowls. Clearing transmuting, and recalibrating from the heavy energetic shifts cosmically compelling us and settling into the rawness brought to surface from our post yoga hangover.
The detox was real and our physical bodies chatted away showing us all our suppressed emotional layers. Day one of the festival we flowed through five amazing classes all led by a wide range of Canadian teachers. Other than three private classes I've taken Johny through this was his first experience at a group yoga class. He has felt the call and draw towards yoga and divinely timed, I just so happened to be registered for this event with the Estevan & Area Yoga Community as we continue to grow, connect and learn together. The ladies welcomed him on the trip and I'm super grateful! Thank you for allowing a boy to crash our women's gathering. From pro skater to yogi gangster, Johny commented on how natural the asanas felt in his body. I smiled reminding him the many lives he has surely practiced this medicinal art before his present incarnation.
We started the festival off with a SUP paddle board class on the lake, melted into a yummy slow flow in a massive white tent; the air filled with essential oils and the DJ's sultry beats, followed by an enlightened inversions and arm balances class at the big sky stage @prairielovefestival. Each class lined with mats and earth covered feet just six inches apart from the practicing yogi next to you.
The vibes were pulsing and the love was spreading. Nothing like digging up your own shit, dancing in your own darkness, and establishing a connection with self amongst a roaring community all mindfully showing up for a similar adventure. Supporting each other and holding space for the transformation to organically shift and subtly surface what is no longer needed.
Proud of my boy, the pulsing prairies, and the magical souls we all fed off of this weekend. Here's to consciously creating our own timelines, flowing in and out of our own shit, clearing up the bugged up lines, and basking in the after bliss, happy space, sukha ✨
Om shanti shanti shanti