I went to my very first yoga class since I was about 32 weeks pregnant (5 months ago), and I felt a part of myself spark and crackle and alight. I have become attached to this thing called yoga throughout the past 7 years. It is now a part of me and I feel something is missing without it. My yoga practice changes and grows with me as I enter each stage in life. Most recently I have noticed that it cultivates in me all the qualities I want to provide and reflect on my children- patience, respect, compassion, understanding, peace and calm.
But most of all, it provides a spiritual release and outlet. A place where I am present in the moment without anyone demanding anything of me and I can reflect and be grateful for everything life has to offer.
I look forward to my practice. Even if it is in the wee hours of the morning. It will be a while before my practice becomes a part of my daily rhythm. But for now, I am satisfied with fitting it in when I can in between breastfeeds while the rest of my family sleeps soundly in their beds.
I am grateful to start the day with myself and to connect to my body, mind and soul.