Too many times we think... “I should be doing more.”
Never do we ever, punish ourselves for doing too much.
It’s never enough. For you, for me, for ourselves.
and why?
why is it that we, and everything we do is never good enough?
what standard do we hold ourselves in?
I don’t know, and still don’t understand.
but I hope to.
Yoga is my therapy, movement is my medicine, peace is my goal.
I experienced the loss of my father right before my first year of college.
I was leaving home, moving to NYC to pursue an education and a career in art. At the same time, I was experiencing the death of a parent.
I was caught between two feelings.
What was once the excitement and ecstasy of taking on the biggest adventure of my life was suddenly replaced with trauma, loneliness, and fear.
I needed to shut the world off for a minute. It was all going too fast...
I decided to start taking yoga to find some stillness, some clarity, a moment of quiet before leaving to New York that summer.
I didn't understand much of it then other than the silence that it brought my mind lead to some healing in my heart. Little did I know this practice would change my entire life.
I want you to know that healing is possible. Its a journey.
I hope that through my sharing of personal experiences with these rituals and practices, you are able to heal those wounds, and become stronger.
I see you. I hear you. I'm with you.
