A life dedicated to travel, movement, and transmission

I was 19 when I first hit the road. Leaving behind everything that was familiar, everything that shaped my world. We often believe that our way of loving, walking, thinking, or dancing is the right one.
That our reference points are universal.
But staying in one place means risking forgetting that there are a thousand ways to be in the world.

So I left. Far. As far as I could go.
Australia — the antipode. And after that, I never stopped.

From Morocco to Europe, from South America to North America, from India to Southeast Asia, passing through Indonesia,
I walked on unknown lands, spoke languages I didn’t yet understand,
Drank herbal teas whose names I didn’t know,
Listened to prayers whispered in the depth of the night.

Each country opened a door within me.
In their wake, I discovered ancient medicines, silent wisdoms,
Yoga, tai chi, meditation…
Another language of body and breath,
Far more precious than all those years spent on school benches.
It was the school of life.

I learned that there are a thousand ways to love, to pray, to greet the morning, and to bow to the night.
That the world is much vaster than my own existence,
And that it’s within that vastness the heart truly unfolds.

I know that peace is found within,
That one doesn’t need to leave to feel whole,
Yet every journey opens windows,
And plants stories we carry within us forever.

Since then, in my pockets, there are pieces of elsewhere,
Glimpses exchanged under unknown skies,
And the gentle certainty that truth and beauty are never far
From those who dare to leave.

And above all, from those who return transformed.

Today, it’s my turn to share.
Yoga retreats, trainings…
They are simply invitations to journey.
Bridges toward everything that has settled within me over the years.

Because some journeys are taken with closed eyes,
On a yoga mat, on a futon..
And others, with bare feet rooted in foreign soil.

Ready to embark?

Blanche Marion 
- Lead teacher