snowshoe

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. 🙂