This is such a loaded word for me.
While the word “Yoga” came from the Sanskrit root word "yuj" which means "to unite or integrate", it personally brings so much more to mind.
As time went on, my practice evolved as I did. My practice today is filled with even more depth and virtue than ever before. It is a devotion. I have learned to let go of the outcome of each practice and I have accepted that I will never be a super bendy yoga master. I can’t do a headstand and I use props. Even so, I love my body. I am grateful for my breath. And I treasure my practice, more than ever.
zoe. our ray of light.
Last night’s final private session with Zoe brought tears to my eyes. I am not a crier by nature, so this says something about the power of all that energy in one space. My heart creaked open a little further than normal and it was cathartic. It was hard to say good-bye to someone that has been so influential in my practice and my life, but I know that I am more enlightened today than I was when I first stepped on my mat four years ago, thanks to her.
Just like life and running, yoga is a journey. We always say “it’s not about the destination”, right? It’s about right now. This moment. Yoga has taught me to live in the present. Consciously, Mindfully, and Compassionately.
Ahh, Yoga. I love that word and all of the weight it carries.