Coming home
I feel the need to put the words into writing, to mark the beginning of a return. I haven’t done yoga in months. I was busy with this, with that... and without realizing it, I let go of something that brought me joy, groundedness, and peace. My emotions were labile, my weight was higher than ever, and most of all, I didn’t like my headspace. Gone was the girl who was a positive bundle of joy and replaced with someone who felt out of touch, seeking out what others thought of her, instead of letting the light within shine bright.
I did a short 30-min session tonight at 11:30pm. Perhaps not my brightest idea, but amidst the darkness and quiet, nothing has ever felt so right. My body - precise, connected, flowing, overcome with a sense of home.
I should mention - I’m not perfect. I haven’t been back in so long. There are extra pounds on my body that I don’t love. I can’t do the advanced poses I did before, the sweaty and long flows that require every day conditioning, intricate balances. In many ways, I didn’t feel like I belonged on my mat... which is exactly why I needed to come back.
I desperately wanted to document this feeling lest I lose it. Yet, I vow to never leave my practice, to leave myself like that again. This world can bog us down, but today was a reminder to always remember to nurture your spirit and do the things that spark joy.
photo from siriamardev
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Is it just me, or does this feel like the beginning of the end of the world .. 🥀
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Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco
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love sigh
that ring on her finger sparkling.. together forever
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