My practice is a solitary one.
This time of year, it’s still dark when I creep downstairs and into my studio. I light a candle and a stick of palo santo incense before I sit to meditate. Then, I shift into a few minutes of somatic strength and a few minutes of asana in silence until one of the twins wakes up, and I’m caught in the swirl of coffee and breakfast and emptying the dishwasher and showering and dressing and arguments about brushing their teeth and rushing to get out the door on time for kindergarten.
Sometimes, I fear my practice is pointless. What’s the purpose of all this effort? Especially when I find myself, only minutes later, impatiently shouting ridiculous things like “wearing a jacket is non-negotiable because it’s February and we live in the Alps and I’m your mother and I said so!”
But sometimes, I remember you: the community of yogis around the world who also climb onto your mats in your pajamas to invite stillness into your bodies. Those of you who believe that shifting your internal energy field matters. Those of you who understand that tending to your own heart is not selfish. It is essential.
So, thank you for your practice. I’m so grateful that you’re here.
Until next Sunday,
Lizzie
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I adore "thanking us for our practice. Grateful...there's a wide community always out there.
I'm one of those rolling onto the mat in PJs folks. Sometimes I feel like I'm just going through the motions, but collectively these moments add up and do make a difference to life 😊 Appreciate the relatability of your posts 🙏