These days, one of my favorite words is reverence.
Now that I’ve hiked over that metaphorical fence into the next half of my life, I seem to revere much more than I used to. Something as simple as the first chirp of a robin on a spring morning brings me so much joy.
Like in a way you could never tell most people because they'd think you were off your rocker.
Yoga is an ancient practice.
For me, yoga has become a mindset. A lifestyle.
A way of seeing the world and my place intricately woven within it.
Yoga is breath.
Yoga is community service because every time you show up and practice, you change the way you show up in the world.
Yoga is compassionate. It takes practice off the mat.
Yoga speaks up where there is injustice and suffering.
Sometimes yoga is quiet so that others have space to speak.
Yoga is present when you do laundry, mow the lawn, walk the dog.
Yoga is present in the way you sit with a dying mother or grieve the loss of a dear friend.
Yoga dances, laughs, and listens.
If you give space to sit with yoga, yoga sits with you.