JUCY Social Media Guru Laura Turner writes about her recent blissed out Wanderlust adventure in Taupo, New Zealand.
I have a confession to make. Yes, I’m one of those tree-hugging hippies. I practice yoga. I don’t eat animals. I own a dream catcher and Thai fisherman pants. I believe that every cloud has a silver lining and that everyone should pay it forward. So of course I’m going to love a Yoga Festival. Setting off to New Zealand’s first Wanderlust Festival I was full of excitement and enthusiasm! Four days of stretching, meeting new people, eating kale salads and drinking green smoothies. Heck yes! Little did I know that Wanderlust had a little more waiting for me. Here are some of the lessons I learnt…
Searching for some space at my first Wanderlust yoga class was like searching for a needle in a hay stack. I wandered around, tiptoeing on strangers matt’s to find a strip of the floor I could claim. Unrolling my mat I quickly realised that it was completing a collage of epic proportions – one giant multicolour mat made up of 100’s of others. This weekend ‘my’ yoga mat wasn’t mine, it was part of the communal family of yoga mats that made up every yoga session at Wanderlust. The ‘mi casa su casa’ vibe took over the class, the festival, and a little bit of my life. Sharing is caring after all!
That afternoon, strolling across the grass under the sunshine I saw hoola-hoops being awkwardly flung around rather stiff bodies. Most ‘grown ups’ would think that hoola hooping is better left for kids – and maybe rightly so. But on closer inspection the smiles on the faces of the hoopers was infectious. The class teacher – a full time hoola hoop instructor – was cranking some fresh beats and was having the time of her life. I had to get in there! Grabbing one of the last hoops I got straight to it. 90 minutes later – my abs were sore and I’d been hit in the face countless times by my own hoop, but I’d laughed the entire time and managed to get a couple of tricks down pat! Sometimes (more often than not!) we need to let the inner child in us out to play and remember those good times we used to have in the playground. Let those walls down and have some fun!
Have you ever hugged a stranger? Held hands with someone whose name you don’t know? How about given a massage to someone you’ve never spoken to. I hadn’t. Until Wanderlust. This all sounds a bit weird, right. A little bit too much for most people. But let me ask you this… why? We’ve grown up being told not to talk to strangers and we’re conditioned to thinking this is the way we should live our lives. And that is sometimes true, you don’t have to hug your taxi driver, or hi-five the stranger in the elevator. But, it is time to open up, even just a little. If you’re not quite ready to get physical with strangers, try a smile – it’ll make someone’s day!
The question you may be asking yourself, what am I going to get out of Wanderlust? My answer to you is, whatever you put into it! You don’t have to get up close and personal with people you don’t know, and you don’t have to let them into your bubble either – just be open to doing something different and trying something new. You never know what you’ll be up for after four days of good vibes – it can only do amazing things for the mind, body and soul. I would go as far to say that it was life changing, and it’s definitely something I’ll never forget. So, when’s the next Wanderlust? So, when’s the next Wanderlust? In two weeks in Sydney… better get packing!