The heat.
The quiet.
The intent.
It’s sacrid.
Healing.
Pure.
Accepting.
Nonjudgemental.
Light.
I can breathe.
And be me.
Just me.
No makeup.
No title.
No responsiblity.
Just me.
Immerse myself in my practice.
Focus on my body.
At my own pace.
The power of the postures.
The depth of that day.
The cleansing of the sweat as it swells and rolls off on my skin,
The smell.
The salt.
The heat.
Namaste.
Patience doesn’t come easily to me, it’s also something I have to work on every day. I practice patience by trying to loosen my grip on the notion that I need to control everything, surrendering to the journey and remembering that the rules and timing of the universe are not mine to define. I have learned…
I now have my wings. I am now able to fly. Preparadness. Years of learning. Cleansing. Clearing. Honing in. Releasing. Calling in. Harnessing. It is now. I am ready. Stepping one foot at a time. Putting on my balls. And roaring my roar. But the beauty of it all. I don’t need to yell. Only…
Trusting my body. It was telling my story. Where to go, what was wrong, how to heal. My ailments, issues and insecurities were all telling the story. Silently screaming: where there were blocks, unresolved issues, emotional hurdles. What I felt was my guide. I chose not to hear, all the silent signs across my body…
Over the years parts of me died. And other parts were given or taken. I very willingly gave away slivers of and sometimes complete sections of my heart, my individuality, my identity, my creativity. Then there were those that took when I was not strong enough to stand my ground and stake m claim. Over…
I love me. I love my body. I love the cycles of me. I trust fully in the process of life. I AM READY! It is my time, NOW! I no longer have to wait. He is here for me! His is my gift! I can breathe.
It starts inside, That is where the work begins. It’s not about the ta-da of the outside world. It’s not about the facade or how you fasly portray. Does that make you feel better? More important? More interesting? What are you looking for? Is the real you not the you you want to see? Why…