Six weeks into quarantine and I've yet to post a video as I said I would. From the outside, even to those not so far on the outside, it seems a little (maybe a lot) like I've once again said I would "get my yoga going" and just let it fall to the wayside.
In some ways, I feel that with myself as well. There are plenty of times I start a project—or say I'll start a project—and then never get to it. Or, I might start it and then leave it there for two or three days. Okay, months. Alright fine, years. Part of the problem is the interconnectedness of everything for me. I want to put all the pictures into an album, but first I want the space to sit and leave it out so I can complete it over multiple sittings, so then I need to clean that space, and then as I begin to clean that space, I am reminded of other things that I feel should be done first... and on, and on, and on.
So during this quarantine, I have utilized this time to really put my space together, to make my house feel not just like home, but like my sanctuary. My perfect place to be. And would you believe it? I’m almost done! This is an excellent feeling as, for me, it means I am finally feeling the readiness I was looking for to present yoga to others, in a clean, calm, comfortable space where I can focus on sharing asana, breathwork and meditation.
Here’s the thing: often when we think of yoga, the vision that comes to mind is a group of relatively young, thin, hyper-flexible women in a room together twisting and turning upside-down into seemingly impossible positions. But you know what? That’s not even a slice—it’s only a sliver—of what yoga encompasses.