Yoga is Home

Yoga is my constant, Yoga is my home.

When practicing Asana's it's as if each pose were a building block for a strong, stable, harmonic structure. A consistent practice is like cleaning and reinforcing my home, which we all know takes time and effort. I'm not perfect, sometimes I break too. 

Early summer, I was taking a trip out west. I arrived at the airport at 5AM, hopped out of my dad's car and swung my heavy carry on over my shoulder, then crouched down to stuff a last minute item in my bag, when all of a sudden..crrick. I felt it and heard it right in my lower back. My lower back of all places! The one place that I tell people I know I can help you heal. The truth is, your going to have to heal yourself. 

There is no cure all, there is only diligence. Healing is not magic in the way we think of magic, being quick, whimsicle and instant. It is the magic of the mundane. The day to day miracle of making things happen. The moment to moment management of time that creates new illusions to release old ones. 

For me this trip out west is opening me up to the present moment. The injury forced me to do more yoga. Laying down in the San Francisco airport, doing very simple back traction poses to release my lower back, I got a sweet nod of approval from traveling comrades. Yes, I am in San Francisco where they have a yoga studio in their airport. But, when you are being true to yourself people like you automatically because you are loving yourself, which gives them permission to do the same.