Life has been beating me down. She has been punishing me, my family, my marriage, my yoga. Since the forced move of my life things just haven't been easy to say the least. And in my pain I have turned my tears into hate. In my practice I am angry, and resentful. I ask that question... Why? Why does my family, my business, my bank account, my life have to be so hard???? Why do some people have it so easy. They have no clue what hard work is. They have no idea that they don't do anything to help anyone and still they have a better life. Why?
All I have wanted for years was to teach yoga full time. Run my little studio teaching classes, and being a peace with that. But no! I had struggle and fight for everything. Lately my yoga practice has been a NEEDED relief ceremony. Before I did it with a smile, and now its all tears. My mat makes me sad. I'm doing yoga in a living room of a rented house that doesn't feel like home. And my mat reminds me of what I use to be happy about.
I miss the peace on my mat. I miss the happiness I felt no matter how ugly the skies seemed. I miss the love I had.
I miss my yoga safe space. Come back... Come back...
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