I have needed support this week. I’ve needed extra hands holding me up and some extra reassurance that I’m moving in the right direction, doing things right. Bottom line? I have been looking for love on my yoga mat this week. I need love for both my body and mind, and I’m finding it in my yoga practice. There’s self-love in the personal space and time I find when I start my sun salutations. I’m finding love from others in my Wednesday evening classes, in my son’s cars he leaves for me. I’m finding love for my body when I take the time to stretch, to cat and cow when I need a break, to breathe deep as I look out across river or in the long-legged shadows I cast in down dog.
There’s love on my yoga mat. When my week isn’t so beautiful, there’s always love there.
Here’s what my days have looked like:
Day 13: I admit it. I’m totally motivated my be yoga leggings. Let’s do this! | Day 14: I love that my shadows are stretching as long as I am. | Day 15: What shavasana looks like right now, right here. | Day 16: Dear yoga. I needed you today. I needed a respite from a shitty day full of bad news, frustration, tears, and tantrums. I needed a moment to myself, with lots of quiet, birds singing, some stretching, almost still thoughts. So thanks for giving me what I need. Love, Anna | Day 17: And sometimes my #yoga mat doubles as a road and race track. I had to move Max’s cars out if the way to get my flow in today. | Day 18: At tonight’s #yoga class at Cannon Park, we were joined by the sweetest and smile-est little girl. Her joy was contagious, and her enthusiasm for chaturangas was unmatched. | Day 19: I’m doing rounds of cat and cow pose to take a break between work projects. My spine thanks me.