At precisely this moment last year, I was in glorious, delicious, vibrant, lusciously green Hong Kong. I didn’t expect to fall so deeply in love. I had been prepped with, “It’s crowded and dirty, so you probably won’t like it.” But I did. I fell in love upon arrival with the sights, sounds, the feel, and yes, even the scents (good and mal!). The Peak is like another world, high above the clamor and bustle of the city, it looms like an emerald forest. It was the first day’s adventure and hooked my heart immediately. I thought, “Good heavens. I’m in love. With Hong Kong. Already.” Staying at the brillant Conrad Hotel, having perfectly brewed Earl Grey tea every morning as part of a proper breakfast (elegant linens + fine china), only added to the romance.
When we came home to LA, I looked around at all the brown and felt like I’d been given a pen to paint a rainbow. I literally felt heartbroken, wrenched from my object of affection. I still feel these pangs and today, this week, being one year since my trip, they are particularly sharp.
I could spend hours pining away (as I am wont to do with HK) or I can choose to be present here, while fondly replaying my memories and looking forward to the next trip.
This is part of my yoga. I live in my head, generally in the future, though Hong Kong takes my gray cells backward in time.
My work right now is to Be Here. To be grateful that I live in a city so incredibly alive and connected. To be thankful I have a beautiful, safe home. To enjoy this moment, sitting in my favorite chair, elbows perched atop my white lacquer desk, writing, thinking, sharing, being.
Are you here in this moment? If so, how do you maintain your connectedness? If not, where are you and what can you do to be here now?
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