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.