02/19/2022
Don’t lose sight 👀
I won’t lie to ya, folks, this is a pic from last night and it was one of the only times I’ve practiced yoga in two months. And before that last practice in December, the last class i took was in September. I really was in a yoga funk.
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love teaching and guiding this practice. I feel such a strong connection and sense of energy through my teaching. Connecting with the yoga community through movement, breath, and soul is such a beautiful gift in my life. But, getting myself on the mat for more than five minutes has been nearly impossible.
Let’s chalk my lack of yoga motivation up to whatever: work, teaching, TikTok, COVID concerns, the sense of dread and guilt about leaving Feeny home alone for yet another hour, who really knows? 🤷🏻♂️
So, last night, when my class was canceled due to snow, I decided to go to the studio anyway. I put together a playlist, rolled out my mat, and moved how I wanted to (which you know meant dancing to We Don’t Talk About Bruno mid-Sun A). It felt unlike any practice I had found before. My breath was strong, my body was ready, and I could feel that special spark I used to get from my practice coming back. I had fully forgotten what that felt like, I lost sight.
But, just as I say in my classes, downward facing dog is our home base, and what I know about home bases is that they’re around for you whenever you wander your way back to them.
So while I can’t say when I’ll be back to my mat in the near future, I can say my sights are set on this sweet, sweet movement the next chance I get.