Big changes are heading my way. A new job for my guy, the selling of my beloved home, a move to another province & the letting go of the daily interactions with Friends I hold close to my heart. Saying goodbye to Students who have taught me so much more than they can imagine. There's a tightness in my throat when I think about this. My teeth clench & my shoulders round in toward my heart as if to protect it.
So, I went to Yoga this morning. I needed the energy of the room. That generously offered sound of the group's ujjayi breath brought me strength & a quiet calm. It reminded me that there is solace in a shared practice. It reminded me why I come to my mat every day. It reminded me that you can not be a Teacher unless you are a Student.
As I move along the next part of my journey there will be challenges & struggles I am sure. There's something about all this change that makes me feel like that 9 year old girl who walked into the Grade 4 class; the new kid. The tallest girl in the class with the homemade dress, matching kerchief & mismatched socks. As the years pass by & I grow older, these feelings don't change. They are still there deep down. But now I have my mat. That place where I know how to be truly open to what my body & mind is telling me it needs. That place where all is safe, all is forgiving, all is true & all is available for the taking.
So, that's why I went to Yoga this morning. I went to rediscover my Mojo & to borrow from those around me. And as always, they gave me what I needed without asking anything in return.
Namaste my Friends,