I have a confession. I neglected my yoga mat. For almost two months. I was angry. I was disappointed. I was so upset about my mum dying that I turned my back on yoga. On everything I love to be fair.
I felt lethargic, apathetic, depressed, sad, short of breath. Bloody awful in fact
And I'm so pleased I did it.
Because yet again yoga has proved to me how valuable it is. How transformative it is. How much it adds to my life.
Especially when I got back on my mat that day.
I'm so pleased to be back in the land of my yoga practice.
So fricking grateful to have found such a powerful practice to support me though my life.
Get on your mat. Cry, laugh, persevere, challenge yourself, try different styles, make it your own. It really is precious.