It’s been awhile since I’ve given a proper post. I’ve been wordless, but I haven’t been absent. I come every now and then, but no words would come. So I lurked, read, liked, and absorbed behind the scenes.
I could’ve easily written about yoga or a recipe, but it didn’t feel honest enough. So tonight, on a rainy Monday, I write once again. This time, it feels right.
I’d like to say that my practice hasn’t been much to write about, but selfishly, I’ve kept it all to myself. There came a point shortly after I started teaching when I just did not want to talk about my yoga. Maybe because it was my turn to listen to others talk about their practice. Maybe it’s all part of the teaching process. Maybe I just needed a break from words, written and spoken, and just practice.
I was also tired of the inspiring posts and quotes and trusting the process. I didn’t want to see a picture of a yoga posture, no matter how beautiful.
I’ve been keeping a distance. From the yoga community – both around me and online. I’ve also been hiding – behind an injury, behind reasons insufficient in the past that have now become valid enough.
But now, the time feels right to dip my toes again. To really be on my mat. Unroll the it wherever I can. and rebuild what had been lost.
So back to the yoga I go. And hopefully, some words can be shared too.