25/01/2019
Fridays are normally my yoga day, I take myself of to a class to get my yoga fix. However this morning I really wanted to be outdoors, I wanted to breath fresh air, feel the grass and Mother Nature literally beneath me. As I moved through a guided practice from one of my teachers online I felt this overwhelming sense of being home. I don't practice anywhere near as much as I used to, as much as I keep telling myself I want to. However for me yoga is this place I can come to , my mat and me, where I can blur out the external world and take some time to connect back to myself, to slow my breath, feel my breath move, and lengthen out my limbs. It's this cosy familiar space , where I know I can't rush, I can just be, it teaches me to slow my thoughts, it's like the comfort that family brings to you but instead it's a comfort that I can find in myself. Not every time feels like that, yes I have times I just want to rush, my mind moves, but at some point in that practice yoga reminds me of flow, of contrast, of being busy and slowing down, of appreciating my amazing body and breath. Who would think that something can truly be so profound. At times we enjoy our practice for different reasons, but for me, know matter what has bought me to my mat I always leave a little clearer and more solid in my foundation as a being here on this earth. Perhaps if your reading this and feeling a little lost, not knowing where home is, where life is leading, maybe take a moment get on your mat, just move, any poses you may know, maybe sit in the yard and close your eyes and take some nice deep breaths, yoga doesn't have to be a long thought out sequence, it can simply be being in the moment and just being present with your breath. Much love to you all, Namaste
