I’ve been getting much more serious about my yoga practice lately. It’s connecting me to something within myself that is deeper than what you see on the exterior.
When I go to yoga I am in an 86 degree room with 40 people and I still feel completely alone and completely at ease. My eyes close as I perform my sun salutations to start the class, and I feel at peace (finally!). There could sometimes be a song blasting, the teacher speaking, people sweating on me, and pain shooting from every limb, but I still cannot help but feel incredible.
I have always been (for lack of a better term) appalled by religions that use scare tactics to get you to believe in something. Recently someone suggested I read the book “Meditations from the Mat.” I read the first passage today. The following really struck me.
“At a time when we could not feel further from home, yoga reminds us that we are already there, that we need simply awaken from our dream of separation, our dream of imperfection.”
I’m so excited for what’s to come… but remaining as present as possible.