I began practicing yoga in 1998 and have practiced through heartache, loss, injuries, surgeries, pregnancies, dark, happy and uncertain times. I have cried in child’s pose through an entire practice and have also kicked myself into headstand while 8 months pregnant. Yoga has restored my faith (in a lot of things), cultivated a steadiness inside my heart and continues to be both my medicine and my therapist. Yoga is essentially essential to my overall wellbeing.
When I get on my yoga mat I am forced to face the reality of what’s going on in my life, bottom line. There I sit in the present moment, with nothing but my cartwheeling thoughts, with no other option than to breathe do the poses. The poses that were created to open us up, to stretch us long and wide, to strengthen, balance and ground us. To teach us that when things get really freaking hard, that we can get through it.
We do yoga to refine ourselves, to melt down the armor, the defenses and the falsities to reveal that sparkly and pure authenticity that resides within.
We do yoga to release the negative, to clean out the junk and muck to create energetic spaces where there were none, making room for the good stuff to flow in, creating a total body/mind renovation and restoration.
Yoga creates an energetic ball of light inside us that grows brighter each time we practice. This light represents an immoveable steadiness and wholeness that keeps us calm and centered when the world goes nuts around us.
This is why I do yoga. I would be lost without it.