ABSTRACT
This personal essay reflects on my journey towards listening to and following what Parker Palmer calls the voice of vocation. The journey circles back to India where I met two western yogis and forward again to Thailand where I began studying yoga and meditation with them three years later. It was during that time spent practicing in their small cement yoga house that sits along the Mekong River where I learned a quieter form of agency through listening to what life was calling to me rather than forcing myself onto life and work.
