Yoga-ing in Caye Caulker

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." 

We are all familiar with this phrase, whether from it's proverb origins or it's more sinister role in The Shining. But I've long held that the reverse is equally true. All play and no work makes Jack (or, *cough*, Jane) just as dull. 

I find a deep satisfaction in work well and truly done. In projects that challenge and stimulate me, that push my creative boundaries. I don't want to "phone it in" when it comes to my work, to show up and merely deliver the minimum expected of me. I want to push and experiment and come at the work from every conceivable angle. 

I want to grow.

Looking at these images shot for Freeport Yoga Company, now a full year old, it's thrilling to see the work done and all the growth that has occurred since.  

I am fortunate in the work that I do. I am fortunate in the clients that are drawn to my work and who hire me to do fantastic jobs for them, like capturing a yoga retreat in Belize. I am grateful every single day for being privileged to do work that I love. But make no mistake, it is, indeed, work, no matter where in the world I'm lucky enough to be doing it...and that's part of the joy as well as part of the pain. 

 

 

 

Oneness

Oneness by Pablo Neruda

There's something dense, united, sitting in the background,

repeating its number, it's identical signal.

How clear it is that stones have handled time,

in their fine substance there's the smell of age,

and water the sea brings, salty and sleepy.

 

Just one thing surrounds me, a single motion:

the weight of rocks, the light of skin,

fasten themselves to the sound of the word night:

the tones of wheat, of ivory, of tears,

things made of leather, of wood, of wool

aging, fading, blurring,

come together around me like a wall.

 

I toil deftly, circling above my self,

like a raven above death, grief's raven.

I'm thinking, isolated in the vastness of the seasons,

dead center, surrounded by silent geography:

a piece of weather falls from the sky,

an extreme empire of confused unities

converges, encircling me.

{translated by Stephen Kessler}

Terry Cockburn, owner of Freeport Yoga Company, in Caye Caulker, Belize

Terry Cockburn, owner of Freeport Yoga Company, in Caye Caulker, Belize