Yoga is You


Yoga is empowerment; self healing, the art of self love and self-soothing. It is deep diving into your rich inner stillness and getting masterfully curious about your mind, body, heart and soul. Yoga shows you all the ways you run from, belittle, beat and berate yourself into silence, pain and smallness. It is becoming the Author and Artist of You. 

Of coming to re-know yourself, travelling back to a time before they pronounced who it is that you are and reclaiming yourself as Yours. It is wiping away the grime. Yoga is re-wilding, into the savage beauty of your body and soul. It is re-alignment, of the bones and heart. 

Yoga is cultivation; of kindness, of compassion, of patience, of strength, of peace and of hope. Of Hope, the realisation that you always have a choice, multiple choices, and it is developing the strength and will to make them. 

It is building a bridge between the Body-Mind. It is coming to know the Mind as brilliant servant, not as tyrannical Master.  It is seeing with shining clarity the illusions of it all; self doubt, insecurity, of the big bad Fear. It is moving under, over, beyond and through limitations, it is witnessing it all and choosing from Love. It is the fearless feeling into, of becoming boldly unafraid, of freedom from entrenched patterns, of flexibility, of adaptation.

It is sweat and tears and spacious opening. It is the gift of Space to yourself. It is asking yourself what’s wrong? And how can I make it better? It is taking a seat, and gently placing a hand on your heart asking, what do I need now? Because the World will take it out of you, Yoga will put it back in. 

It is learning to remove the addictions; to toxins, to gossip, to over consumption, to numbing agents, it is being unafraid of your feelings, it is coming to embrace them as real, true and faithful navigators on the Path. It is inviting them in, it is coming to understand why we behave as we do, why the need to harm ourselves in a thousand different ways and of knowing the antidote. It is giving ourselves endless choices beyond pain. It is going Home. 

It is touching and feeling your very human heart, it is digging through the dirt to the coffin it’s been locked in and hearing it beat still, strong and pure, it is removing the lid and bringing it lovingly back to the surface. It is learning to sweep the soil away before it solidifies. It is knowing Life is beautiful and awful, it is realising that all is One and all is valid in the realm of your human experience. 

It is knowing peace is inside always and sinking into it when you need it. It is knowing nothing in the external world can ever truly bring happiness, it is dancing with the spiral of unending wisdom, love and energy within. It is the breath-taking relief and liberation of knowing, truly knowing yourself as the only thing in this world that you will ever need. Much more than that, it is coming to know that You are the only thing in this world that you are searching for.

And it is for every single human on this planet. It is a gift, a science, an art. It is there, for you, if you will only take the voyage.

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