Last night meanwhile filling out my financial aid package, I became frustrated (typical for anyone dealing with college stuff), not for the same reason though but rather I had to play the parent roll too. 

bear with me.

My parents know little English. Father can carry simple conversation, but no farther. Mama dear could careless about learning English because she surrounds herself with people who speaks Hmong. I do my best to translate for them, but sometimes its hard! They rely on me wholly when it comes to translating, even at a young age. I had no choice but to sit in the hospital and translate terms that the Hmong language don't have (let alone no body really understand anything the Dr. says). 

coming back. 

I decided to call my trusted mentor and friend Nicole. She listened intently and replied with grace "its good that your doing this, anyways your doing everything right - what is there to worry about?" 

After a while of conversing I found out that Nicole came from a ok todo family. She attended an ivy league university on a trust fund - her dad also a alumni rearranged everything leaving only the task of moving and learning to Nicole. The shocking part was, Nicole was never showed how to bank. She opened up her first bank account only after college!

perhaps having to grow up fast and learn adult things isn't as bad? 

The lesson learned is good but I'm still crazed out and stressed! :) 

 

Here I am in San Francisco - The spiritual hub West of the hemisphere. Yea, sure it isn't half way across the world nor is it exotic. I just happen to like the place, from a previous family trip. One could almost say San Francisco have people from all parts of the world here, for I only need to step out the door to see the culture club. 

I've come here to rejuvenate and pick up on a five thousand year old trade called "Yoga" - to yoke/ unionize with the Universe. Being that I'm a Indigo Child, it is only natural for me to be part of the new movement.

My Ashtanga Vinyasa training is now in session! Already my habits have changed so as to help me be fluid. Vinyasa, after all does mean "flow", flow into the next pose, hold, and then the next - just like the flow of life.

My wish is that Yoga will help me with detachment - I should hope so because detachment is part of the Eight Limbs of Yoga. I will say though that there are certain friends and family I miss [especially my buddha belly Papa and frizzy hair mother that steams the best bowl of rice, for every grain says "I Love You"]    

Life is good here. Everyone says they have a job, however it seems that no one is ever at work - they enjoy the fruits of life. [life should always be this way].

Nina: a first generation Mexican, family runs a great Mexican Restaurant in Alameda. Inspire to be a Yoga teacher just because. 

Claudia: a Portuguese that lived in the Netherlands and just relocated in TX. She is a Yogi not by choice but just is. Her love is sweet and words are true. 

Makiko: A Japanese dancer getting married next month to a Minnesotan living in Germany [yeah she speaks German!]  Want to teach Japanese living in Germany. A good listener even though her English is limited.    

[Nina, Claudia, and Makiko]