yoga

The jungle of Costa Rica and some really special characters from around the world loved me back to life during a 2 week yoga instructor training. 

The word yoga means - joining, coming together, unity. It’s basically the same as the Hebrew word shalom. And it really functions that way. The fragmented parts getting to come closer into wholeness. More of me rather than less. So it was yoga, which really meant a lot of...

Being rather than doing. 

Taking up space rather than becoming invisible. 

Standing up rather than shrinking. 

Being seen rather than hiding. 

Creating rather than performing/producing.

Giving voice and expressing rather than silencing. 

It felt like I got to come home to my body and my story...as it is, not as I wish it would be.

I kept thinking about the valley of dry bones in Ezekiel 37. 

Slowly but surely, breath by breath, life entered me. Bringing the dead parts up from the grave. Showing me that it can be scary to live in a body with all the hunger and pain and exhaustion. But also reminding me of the goodness of desire and the glory of feeling seen and loved and held. 

And in the end, this body is a warrior - my strongest advocate and fiercest truth teller.

“Movement is medicine. Movement is prayer. Movement is creativity. Movement is resistance. Movement is agency. Movement is freedom. Movement is intimacy. Movement is reclamation. Movement is communication. Movement is awakening. Movement is healing.” (Hillary McBride)