“I felt like I was holding myself together..when all the pieces of me want to fall apart.” – Powerful
These were the words that came out at the end of a recent yoga class I taught in which we held our hands flat over our heart as we chanted our final “OM”. Was it the whisper of our heartbeats held in our hands or the vibration created from the sound resonating throughout our bodies? No matter what it was, they were the words that inspired me to once again dust off this blog. The words that helped me realize that while I thought my word -for -the -year was renewal (as in body, mind, and soul) it really has come down to reassurance that this (whatever this is) is what I’m meant to do. It’s just what I needed to hear from a student that thought she was the benefactor of her words and experience, but it was really me.
This is why I love yoga. This is why I teach yoga. Because it meets you where you’re at, not where you’re mind (ego) and body necessarily want to be, but where you’re at right now. I’m not talking about the physical bendy what kind of silly shape can you put yourself in kind of yoga. I’m talking about the exploration of the mental discipline combined with the integration of physical form, breath, and awareness which with practice can take you on a journey of self discovery if you let it. The kind of yoga that experientially teaches you that it’s okay to give to yourself what you’re not getting from anyone else, even if that means holding yourself together or granting yourself permission to fall apart.
She shared. I am grateful. Never stop sharing your story, you just never know who might need to hear it. Thanks for the reminder.
In peace, love, and light.