I cry. I laugh. I fall. I change. I get up – straight. Tummy in, throat locked, tailbone under. I try – I fail. I try harder – for a minute, I almost fly. Then, I fall down again. I flex, stretch and twist – I get up again. Over and over again. That’s yoga. That might be the most beautiful part of yoga.
All is possible within the field of yoga. No matter how deep, grungy or joyful the emotion, in practice it all comes down to the flow, the breathing, the focus of your mind. It is a journey within. It is a landscape full of stars. It is harsh, from time to time. It is healing.
I might not be perfect. I’m not perfect at all. I try to give the best I have, day after day, in my practice and in my relation with the other students. Oh, they are wonderful – all of them. How they shine, strive, seek and find what they are looking for, on and off the mat. Hairs get cut, expressions change. A glow in our eyes reveals the beauty we found within.
I learn – so many things. New things, fabulous things, most of all – truth. I already made a list of mantras for the summer. I try to stick by them. My favorite, for the moment: have faith, instead of fear. And be patient – life will give you what you need. And also – the more you give, the more you receive. My list is long and so are my days. I hang on there. I stretch, stand, stumble – and I hang on there.
I’m grateful. I’m grateful for the opportunity life has given me, and for the people who encourage me. Thank you for that.
I might end with a quote from Tanya, a fellow teacher in training and soon to be mom: “The journey is the perfect metaphor for life. A yoga practice is a type of journey – it is a return ticket to the inside. You start, go in, go deeper, then you have to take care to return”.