Yoga is an astonishing act. It’s in its own category of art and physical movement. Blending together the imagined, the dreamed, the impossible, and the real. It is much more an act of release and emotion than anything else. The beauty of the body and mind expressed on the canvas that is the yoga mat. Flowing, pushing, struggling, but expressing and conquering all that we have within us.
Yoga has healed me, has taught me, has shaped and changed who I am. I needed something to take the place of the graceful body movement I had been so accustomed to for years, but would no longer have. I needed something to show me the strength, mentally and physically, that I did truly hold. I needed to find the confidence I once had and a way to combat the chaos in my head. Yoga provided that and still grants me those powers. It allows me to show myself the strength I have. The poses and asanas I can hold and flow through, for minutes, for hours, demonstrate that. This strength brings me through each practice, but extends past those designated times and into my life.
Yoga is my time, my private space, my moment in the day to acknowledge what is really happening inside. What am I feeling and why am I feeling this way. I can practice angry, sad, stressed, happy, tired. I can take my emotions out and use them in my practice. Ultimately I am left healed if I’m hurting, relived if I’m stressed, or simple over joyed more than I had been before I started.Read More