When we step onto our mats we embody courage because we chose to show up, we made our wellbeing a priority. We chose to tend to out bodies, mind, and soul (the triangle of our existence). Sometimes we even fear yoga at times because of the postures and structure to certain moves. But at the end we need to remind ourselves that yoga is more than the poses.
We are not defined by your downward dog or half-moon, but rather for our persistence in trying again when we fall or sitting with the emotions that rise to the surface during savanna. The beauty of yoga is how it emotional connects us to our body. Its a cosmic and mystical feeling that leaves us touched with the divine understanding that healing occurs on our mat.
We all step onto our mats for different reasons. Sometimes we just want to sweat out the stress, tone our muscles, or to chill and stretch. That’s the artistic part of yoga, there is never a singular meaning or reasoning behind why we move. It doesn’t matter why we showed up but rather what we do with the time when we do.
When we flow we are grounding and rising at the same time. Like the phases of the moon, our movement has a beginning, ending, and a rebirth. It’s a system of awareness, a shift on how we view ourselves and the world around us.
Yoga is self-love, self-care, and self-acceptance. We dive inward, journeying through the depths of the self. An ocean lives within us, we are influenced by the tide of our emotions, finding the moon of our feminine energy controlling the ebb and flow of the waves. Layers upon layers, shades of blue, we become more aware of who we are and how we feel.