While my two babies sleep soundly I sit at the computer making plans. Plans for teaching and growing in my profession. Plans for re-committing to my asana practice. I am excited to re-immerse myself in the world of yoga after a pregnancy-induced hiatus and yet, I have to remind myself that my baby is young and that I have my whole life ahead of me to sit on my mat.
During this time I stumbled upon this blog I wrote more than a year ago for Shri Yoga’s Collective Voices series. It’s a post about trust and family and yoga. I quite enjoyed re-reading it tonight. It seemed very timely for me. Perhaps it will be for you too.
An excerpt: I trusted that my heart knew what it needed. It was calling loudly. It was telling me it needed to be near my baby, it needed to be at home and it needed to take on this new title: Mother, in absolute full force. Not that I couldn’t do it all but that I didn’t want to. What I wanted was to immerse myself fully in the experience of mothering. I wanted to put my yoga into action and see it flower as patience, lovingkindness, nurturance and support – all directed at this tiny being that I had had some hand in creating. I needed to narrow the scope of my work so that it could grow in depth. Continue reading