uhh holy shit. i'm starting yoga teacher training this weekend. and i think i'm getting sick. must zinc/vitamin c it up. so let me reminisce a little about my yoga history.
it started with a boy. who ended up stomping on my heart. but with many things i started for someone else, i stayed with yoga for myself. so this boy was in recovery like myself and mentioned to me how much yoga had helped him. so i thought i would try it...for myself...and to make me look cooler to this boy. (i know it's pathetic, but i'm being honest). so sponsor 1 who ditched for for San Diego had come leftover sessions at a local Iyengar studio. they let me use them up. i went, i fell in love, but craved more. when i went to visit boy in San Francisco, i experienced Vinyasa. holy shit. i fell in love. Vinyasa yoga tired my body out enough to quiet my mind. enter meditation. enter a new dimension of existence. a new dimension of sobriety. and a craving to deepen my practice so that i can someday share this gift with others in recovery. i practiced on and off for the next year or so. my higher power in his always cray ways, put me in tough with my the yoga teacher who will be doing the training. i couldn't really afford training, but she offered me a scholarship. it's truly amazing...trudging this road never ceases to amaze me.
my heart healed and has opened to more love. that boy who introduced me to yoga, i am forever and ever grateful for him. every single person my higher power puts in my path serves a purpose. i am so excited to meet the others i will go through teacher training with. and i can't wait to master inversions.
keep trudging-
xo
-b
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