I'd like to start this post in the most traditional way,
But I realize that's not being true to me, poetry is what my body craves.
Yoga and I have had a sordid past.
I gave it up in college because it just wasn't fast.
I couldn't sit to actually listen to myself
The voices of anorexia made me a slave to everything else.
It was calories in, calories out, how little I weighed you see,
And like Rumi says what I sought was seeking me.
Fast forward to age 32, I was majorly depressed.
Headed back down the eating disorder path, with a bad relationship and dead end job hung around my neck.
I found myself in tears one day on the floor, telling myself and my therapist I can't take this anymore.
She handed me a DVD and when I got home,
Plugged it in and finally found a peaceful place for my soul.
I didn't realize how profound the breath could be,
How asana can purify and quiet down the monkey swinging in my mind's eye tree.
I decided that very day
Watching this instructor teach me,
To become a teacher myself and inspire others to simply see.
I want people to feel comfortable in their bodies,
And to be free in expressing their flow.
I want to help deepen their minds and love themselves through life's highs and lows.
Yoga is like poetry.
Sometimes it permeates with Magic.
Other times it's disjointed and choppy
Even on the verge of being fragile.
Yet poetry in all forms is beauty,
The expression of one individual.
But to join with others in community?
The energy is truly connected and indescribable.
The reason why I practice with Manduka is near to my heart.
The products are comfy, fundamentally sound, and always provide me a phenomenal start.
The learning of yoga is never done.
Each day on the mat is different.
I want to work with a company which radiates passion and enthusiasm, and celebrates their own creative preference.
I am registered for Strala Yoga training.
I am ready to participate.
I am ready for this new adventure.
And I'm a proud Manduka Yoga Affiliate.
But I realize that's not being true to me, poetry is what my body craves.
Yoga and I have had a sordid past.
I gave it up in college because it just wasn't fast.
I couldn't sit to actually listen to myself
The voices of anorexia made me a slave to everything else.
It was calories in, calories out, how little I weighed you see,
And like Rumi says what I sought was seeking me.
Fast forward to age 32, I was majorly depressed.
Headed back down the eating disorder path, with a bad relationship and dead end job hung around my neck.
I found myself in tears one day on the floor, telling myself and my therapist I can't take this anymore.
She handed me a DVD and when I got home,
Plugged it in and finally found a peaceful place for my soul.
I didn't realize how profound the breath could be,
How asana can purify and quiet down the monkey swinging in my mind's eye tree.
I decided that very day
Watching this instructor teach me,
To become a teacher myself and inspire others to simply see.
I want people to feel comfortable in their bodies,
And to be free in expressing their flow.
I want to help deepen their minds and love themselves through life's highs and lows.
Yoga is like poetry.
Sometimes it permeates with Magic.
Other times it's disjointed and choppy
Even on the verge of being fragile.
Yet poetry in all forms is beauty,
The expression of one individual.
But to join with others in community?
The energy is truly connected and indescribable.
The reason why I practice with Manduka is near to my heart.
The products are comfy, fundamentally sound, and always provide me a phenomenal start.
The learning of yoga is never done.
Each day on the mat is different.
I want to work with a company which radiates passion and enthusiasm, and celebrates their own creative preference.
I am registered for Strala Yoga training.
I am ready to participate.
I am ready for this new adventure.
And I'm a proud Manduka Yoga Affiliate.
