The Whispers

If you listen to your body when it whispers, you will never have to hear it scream…

I believe the same is true for your heart...

About a month before I started my first teacher training, I tore my hamstring doing this pose. I was at a point in my practice where achieving the next pose was at the forefront of my thoughts - where my practice was consumed by being somehow better. stronger. more flexible - as if somehow that would fill the wounds in my shattered heart or bring light to the shadowed corners inside where my bruised and fragile self-worth lived curled in a corner.

No big surprise that this injury was one of the best things to ever happen in my practice (and in my life). It taught me to flourish in the fluidity of the movement, to luxuriate in the spaces in between the poses. to float on the wave of each breath ... but perhaps most importantly, it taught me to begin listening to my body which in turn taught me to begin to listen to my heart...a journey I still embark on every day.

Please know that I am always holding you tenderly in my heart - I hope you are holding yourself just as sweetly.