Redefining what yoga means to me
Added 2022-09-06 04:47:45 +0000 UTCI've got an interesting relationship with yoga.... It's a practice I hold so close to my heart and feels very sacred to me. Enough so that I poured hours of study in to teach the practice to others.
It helped me through one of the darkest times in my life. A time when I was holding onto reality by my finger tips as I moved through withdrawals.
Yoga taught me to move my body, creating shapes and releasing endorphins. It was my daily practice that made me feel safe, it made me feel alive.
I held onto this idea that because yoga was my saviour, I owed the practice, that I must go on to help others with this movement that helped me.
But as time went on, things began to shift, evolve and change. Yoga started to become an old friend that I slowly forgot about, the days moved by and the memory of our time togther started to fade.
Instead of letting go of what yoga once meant to me and redefine its meaning, I held on for dear life and forced myself to my mat and for the days that I missed I criticized myself. I began to resent the practice because it was no longer giving me the enjoyment it once did.
But then I remembered, yoga is a way of life. It is not JUST a physical practice but also a practice of self enquiry, sparking internal dialogue within yourself. And that's exactly what I've been led to. Instead of exerting energy into distraction, it's time to slow down and begin to look within myself.
I'm calling this next chapter of my life 'self enquiry'. Here's to the last month of my 20's πΏ
