My yoga practice has become simpler, less exotic, and deeper. It is more meditative and solitary. This makes me more attentive to the extraordinary, quiet moments of the ordinary in daily life. Consequently, the big things fail to impress me.
I’ve come to realize that the type of life I want is one where I am responsible for my spiritual happiness. I don’t need flashy things to make me realize the depth of spirituality or aha enlightenment. I actually prefer ordinary happiness. Instead of an expensive dinner at a restaurant, I’d prefer to cook at home, enjoy a beautiful Tuscan wine, have friends over, watch the sunset over Puget Sound, ride a bike, be in nature. The simple things bring me small enlightenments that add up.