Yoga Love
I fucking love yoga. Yoga has been magic to mind, body, soul. Yoga has been my refuge from my neurotic tendencies. Yoga has been my shoulder to cry on. Yoga has been my adventure buddy that takes me out of my comfort zone. Yoga has been my ME time. Yoga has been my inner-accountability meter. Yoga has been my friend, my community.
My mat has hosted me in all seasons of life. My yoga journey began in an elementary sort of way. I would hang out in the back of the class, keep my eyes closed, and struggle through the awkward positions. As time went on, my tendons and tissues would become more pliable, stretchy, and open to esoteric poses. I explored the depth of yoga all the way to multiple teacher trainings, and consequently becoming a teacher of yoga.
I could go on and on about yoga’s ancient roots, its metaphysical properties, and all its mystical harmonies it creates within the mind, body, and soul. But this expression is not a lecture. It’s a declaration of my love for yoga.
My devotion to this practice is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I remember 11 years ago making the conscious decision to practice yoga daily. Never go too long without getting back on the mat. There was just an immediate click in my brain that affirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt that this practice would only benefit me for many many years, lifetimes to come.
Even when other positive habits fall by the wayside - for me - yoga has been my anchor. I know I can always count on a child’s pose to comfort and coddle me back into peace. Downdog will alway make me remember how powerful and connected the entire body is. Movement and breath synchronized together will always pull me back into the present moment. Even if it is just a glimmer of bliss in between neurosis.
Because it has worked so well for me (and many others for centuries) I wish I could blanket statement the truth that yoga is good for all. However, the world does not exist in black and white. Even if yoga is “not for you” I believe that there is a path for everyone to find this sense of serenity.
Going to yoga class can be life-changing, transformative, and cathartic. I am writing this post after attending a particularly fun and enlightening session. It feels good to acknowledge and appreciate all that yoga has given me. All that I have given myself through my devotion to this practice. I’m going to leave it here simply, again, and just for those in the back. I fucking love yoga.
