I've been stretching. Feeling out my boundaries and building strengths in my breath, hope and arms. I have been pushing myself. I feel I am on the cusp of such change and momentum, I can feel the future in front of me. It is coming out in my art, in my every-day thoughts, in the studio, on my yoga mat.
Yes, my yoga mat.
Starting in just a few weeks I will begin the many steps towards teaching yoga.
I cannot express how exciting, releasing, and scary this is. It has been a long time since I've committed myself to studying and learning. The program is in Asheville, and I am so, so happy that it beings in the fall. So I can breath the crisp air of the mountains, escape to higher ground to find myself more grounded. I will wear wool as I walk to class. I will sweat and sweat and study. I will watch the leaves turn, fall, and grow again, green and shining as the program ends.
Yoga has helped me get through so much stress and frustration with much more grace that I expected to ever have. When office work hits the fans, I am still breathing. I save the frustration for the mat. I work through the frustration, turning it into energy, finding instead, new edges as my arms shake. I can hold crow in peace, and am working towards a handstand. It is there, in my grasp, as so many good things are, I've come to learn. Yoga is learning. I want to share this joyful practice with others.
And so, dearest readers, a new adventure begins, and I can not wait to share it.