On a Permanent Field Trip

I had a really nice time at yoga this morning at Yoga Yangchen.

I was on my cork mat.

After class, I was chatting with a member of the community here in Thimphu.

A familiar connection.

The father of a student I used to teach.

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He asked if I’d be offering more kids classes.

I mentioned I was trying to understand my wine work schedule first.

Waiting to see what the rhythm of it becomes.

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Then the questions shifted.

From yoga to wine.

Viticulture.

How long it takes to make a vintage.

About a year to grow and care for the grapes before they’re picked and made into wine.

Then it ages. For however long.

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I answered as best I could.

Still learning wine myself.

I told him he should read the blog.
This one.

That I’m documenting it as I go.

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It felt good.

To talk about the company.

The process.

This project.

A different kind of classroom.

With someone who first knew me as a teacher.

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I still am.

But the classroom is on a permanent field trip.

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It’s grounding in a different way.

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At some point, I could feel others leaning in.

Listening.

Not in a big way.

Just a quiet widening of attention.

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It felt… awesome.