I write to allow my deepest thoughts and feelings to bleed onto pages, gifting them a new home. Sometimes just on blank papers or documents, only to never be seen again, and sometimes- if I am lucky- into the hearts of others. I equally consume words to fill me back up. I look at what others have bled onto their own pages, and I marvel, I gawk. It is magic to read words from someone else's heart and to feel as if they have lived in your soul for a very long time. A homecoming, together, but apart.
Sitting with heavy emotions is one of those things that we all know we should do- don't run from what you are feeling- sit with it! As if it were as easy as laying out a little picnic blanket, having a nice little mental chat over tea and snacks, staying for just an hour or two, and then moving on- thinking we won't have to hang out with those feelings for another year or so.
Although, my yoga practice started in a Bikram studio, it quickly shifted into being a very personal practice that I developed in the comfort of my own home, which then evolved into a practicing a plethora of different styles- rotating between new studios, new teachers, online classes- ultimately deepening my own personal practice.
I've always wanted to be a runner- someone who can go for miles and miles- chasing that endorphin kick and high that so many runners swear by. But whether due to having other physical fitness priorities, or literally being held back by my bionic hip, running isn't always in the cards for me. However, I [...]