Yoga on the Road

Sit in stillness. Meditate. Be kind to those around you — even (and especially) when you’re exhausted with jet lag. Travel can be disorientating, but these simple intentions keep me grounded wherever I go. I try to move through the world lightly: avoiding waste, treading gently, and starting my days with a moment of quiet.

I love booking places with a balcony or rooftop, so I can sit with a sunrise or sunset, watching the world slowly shift around me. Those moments — soft light, still air, the world waking up — have become a kind of ritual.
My yoga practice naturally travels with me. It doesn’t need a studio or a perfect setup; just a small space is enough. A foldable travel mat is a useful companion, easy to tuck into a backpack, and I like to download a few meditations or yoga classes before I go. That way, even in the middle of a busy city or a remote mountain village, I can drop into practice whenever I feel called to.

Over time, my understanding of yoga has shifted. It’s not just about asana — the physical postures. It’s how I think, speak, and act. It’s pausing to breathe before reacting. It’s moving through airports with patience. It’s sitting in silence on a balcony in a country far from home, letting the present moment settle in.
Some mornings I move through a gentle flow as the sun rises; other days my “practice” is simply a quiet sit, noticing my breath. Both are enough.
Yoga has become less of a routine and more of a rhythm — one that moves with me, wherever the journey leads. 🌍🧘‍♀️✨