As I lay on my yoga mat before class begins the quietness envelopes me. This space is my sacred home. Where I can show up exactly as I am. I do not need to say a word to anyone. I can quietly walk in, lay down on my mat and be right where I am. There are moments during my practice that I close my eyes and sink deeper into the movement. I do not worry about what the person next to me is doing, I move the rhythm of my own breathing. My mat is my sacred space.
One of my most favorite things about yoga is there is no judgement. You can show up and simply choose to lay on your mat and breathe, and that is ok. You move your body the way it moves. You can as far as you want, as far as you can go. There is no expectation to look like anyone else. Your practice is yours alone and it is called a practice for a reason.
I choose to show up on my mat. There are days my body doesn't want to move. Moments when the pose feels to hard or my mind just isn't in the game. But then their are those magical days when all the stars are are aligned and I move with grace and ease. Stepping into the room I never know how I will adjust and settle in. But one thing I know for certain is that I must show up.
I try to transfer this feeling of just showing up into my every day life. Just being as I am with no expectations. It is not alway any easy thing to do. But when I lose my way I remind myself to slow down and just breathe.