My Yoga
My yoga is
testing limits, boundaries, and fears
My yoga is
releasing expectations and opening up to possibilities
My yoga is
taking delicate care of my right hamstring and not-so-bendy back
My yoga is
knowing the difference between intentions and goals
My yoga is
falling, failing, and flailing without judgement
My yoga is
tuning into the internal dialog
My yoga is
respectfully telling the external voices to shut the fuck up
My yoga is
confronting jealousy, comparison, and ego with a deep breath and a true smile
My yoga is
a labyrinth rather than a road-map
My yoga is
mine
I had the pleasure of attending Wanderlust Festival at Snowshoe Mountain (West Virginia) this past Saturday. It was a very full day and a mostly wonderful experience.
The whole thing definitely had me thinking a lot about what yoga means to me, it’s role in my life, and my goals and intentions within my yoga practice and as a yoga teacher. I came away from the weekend a bit conflicted and confused. So I wrote the above list. 🙂