The Evolution of Practice
Where Yoga Led Me
Escape to PresenceYoga started out as a distraction. An escape. From life, from pain. Yoga became a place to put that pain, when I was ready to acknowledge that it existed. Slowly, yoga became a tool to channel that pain. And trade it for something better. I once heard yoga described as moving prayer. Prayer? I wasn't raised with religion. I am a trained scientist and attorney. I have no use for data that I cannot verify. Yoga changed that. It taught me to believe in something greater. To trust. To accept. Without the need for a receipt.
Yoga isn't about the pose. Egos are not valued here. So do yourself a favor and check those at the studio door. Effort, intention, honesty - that is yoga. For me, yoga has much less to do with the way my body moves than the way my spirit does. My body doesn't need yoga, but my mind desperately does. I don't care if I'm sore of if I can't do another chatarunga today; no one else does either. We only care that I am there. I almost never have a clear mind in savasana. I'm daydreaming, or committing the cardinal sin of worrying about the next thing. Again, that doesn't matter. What matters is that I am leaving studio in a better place than when I came in. To me, now, yoga is pure, unadulterated self-love. In that space, I have everything I need. I am enough. For the first time in my life, here, I am good enough.