May 28, 2018 0 By lauriewrote

I never really thought of my life through the lens of locomotion before. As a kid I was pretty unmotivated and while I did the usual kid stuff- climbing trees, playing basketball in the culdesac, running through the woods playing hide-and-seek- I also spent a lot of time like so many Gen-Xers-  watching t.v., playing video games, and generally sulking around my exceptionally messy room.

Once I graduated high school and moved in with my sister at college, that all started to change. While I still recall a lot of time sitting around whether working on papers, getting super stoned or both, the groundwork was being laid for a life of departure.

I started studying Yoga and Yoga philosophy my sophomore year of college and quickly found a literal outlet for movement in the practice of Asana. Here I am now, 20 years later, still practicing and benefiting from these two decades of that type of movement.

But what really started shifting was my willingness to move into new ideas, new locales, new ways of living. And so when opportunities arose to follow these new circles I said yes.

People always talk about the way to make things happen but it really feels like opportunities arose without me ever pursuing them. I just chose to say yes when they showed up.

The first big moment that overtly set my course in motion was when I picked up a paper from my Human Ecology professor. It was the final from the previous semester and I didn’t expect I’d be walking out of her office with anything other than a stack of paper with some notes and grade. Instead, she said “You know, you did really well in this class. How would you like to do an internship with the National Park Service with some of my old colleagues in Alaska?” I said, “uh, yeah, okay!” And just like that, the big wheels were set in motion. I was slated to spend time out at the Kennicott Mines in central Alaska and the trip began to unfold. Just a month or so before I was meant to be leaving it all fell through. The mentor I was going to be working with was no longer at that position so my Professor scrambled around and called her old friend in Anchorage to see if I could work with them for the summer. She told me about the change and asked if I was still interested. “Sure!” I said in what was becoming my usual fashion.

That change ultimately led me to get my Yoga Teacher certification, allowed me to live in New Zealand with my then boyfriend, and to travel a fair bit of the world over the course of few years.

When my relationship ended it was a call from my college friend,  offering me a couch to crash on in Hawaii that led to meeting my husband, having a family and finally ending up back in the Pacific Northwest.

When my husband’s Navy career ended so did the orchestrated movement. We have no immediate plans to carry on the nomad tradition. And yet the movement now takes on a new face. The boys are growing and changing and showing us who they will be more and more every day. It’s ironic that while we are finally done bouncing around, the movement of life seems to be speeding up not slowing down. The quickening has begun. It doesn’t seem that we will sit down and stop moving any time soon. But then, what fun would that be?