Blast!

I’ll tell you one thing, opening a yoga studio in NYC is A LOT more complicated than being on tour. There’s a pile of details eleven feet high in my skull- compacted like trash but oh so valuable- the department of buildings is in there, questions about old radiators, software systems, too much sawdust and lists lists lists. Are these things going to stay in there and prevent me from being my awesome carefree self?! Or am I turning into a more awesome robot version of myself, one who not only has piles of weird musical ideas and violin technique but also a….er…..bachelor degree in building a yoga studio? Hopefully the latter, more awesome robot self. See, what’s been happening after these longs days of

“whatthehelldoesthatevenmeanohwe’redelayedagainohdon’tworryit’sallgoingtohappen”

is that I come home through the burrowing subway (that waits in bridge traffic like a big long dumb car) hiding in a headphone existence, all the way to the deep cozy brooklyn world and instantly play a ton of violin. It’s my little steam valve balancing act. 

I have no idea if these songs that are falling out of my head are any good, but they FEEL good. So I keep doing that. (Solo violin music, an old personal taboo, now an everyday reality.)

But in the world of this big shiny beautiful place I’m helping to build, Moksha Yoga NYC that is, there is much momentum. An opening date even. In ten days even. I suppose with any building project it seems like everything happens in the last ten days. There is so much dust, sawdust, machinery. There are many men and women with tired faces and coffee cups. All for a place that will soon be somewhere to feel good in. A place to get sweaty and bendy and then clean and sit on a tree stump and sip tea and make a friend. A very different tableaux from the mayhem going on at 434 6th avenue right now.

Facts:

New York is a million times warmer than Montreal in winter. My gloveless hands and hatless head enjoy running outside in the park with the swans.

Soup dumplings are messy and delicious.

New Yorkers make great eye contact.

Things here are cheaper and more expensive and consumerism is frenzied.

In times of stress it is too easy to overlook the things that keep you unstressed. Stress is a dog chasing it’s tail.

I miss my bands.

Moksha Yoga NYC opens on January 28th and on February 3rd, the lovely Colin Stetson will be blasting our space (yes, a show where you can take your socks off!) with his mind bending solo music, along with performances by myself and my dear friend and yoga business partner Rebecca Foon. Music meet yoga meet our space and all the new people. (a show where you can take your socks off) 9pm.

See you,

Sarah