a stone in the path
Yoga, a path to healing the heart. I remember sitting on the floor with my mother learning about animals by becoming them. Being lions, cats and cows, dogs in a long lazy stretch. It was such sweet play and after when I went outside everything seemed so much brighter. So began my love of yoga. In high school I was a runner and yoga was part of my stretching routine. I was never terribly limber so for me this routine was a necessity. Flash forward to my late twenties, a severe auto accident hospitalized me and with the aftermath of broken bones, back and neck traumas I was left in constant pain. Pain medication was my only way to manage, or so I thought. The death of my mother threw me into a deep depression and I medicated myself into a stupor that was to last for years. I had forgotten the tools that I had been raised with, meditation and Yoga seemed like a distant memory. I had left behind my spiritual practices for what was soon to become a laundry list of addictions. The new beginning felt like the end. So many changes, heartbreaks that tore me apart, I was lost. I met a soul that was at once my grace and my undoing. To quote the Morphine song…”I guess that was what I needed at the time”. It was like a light turning on. I was back on my path. Learning to feel, feeling waaaaaay to much. I stepped into doing my spiritual work. Daily meditations, mantra’s, yoga, breathwork, Reiki, energy work, crystal healing, Hypnotherapy, and many retreats. I became a bit of a certification whore. What the heck. I get to do what I love and give myself a whole lotta love doing it. I realized on my path to healing that the only thing that matters is to give what I have received back to the world. To serve with love. Because in the end (and it’s all just a circle) that is all there is. Love Love and Light to all who read this
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