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“Meet me on the mat”. Consider it your invitation from me to you.
It’s funny how we get to the mat. Okay, so maybe not funny “ha-ha”, but funny in the sense that we all arrive in our own unique way, in our own time, and for our own personal reasons.
I became a yoga instructor not because I felt I had all the answers, but because I felt called to serve as a sort of “tour guide” for others choosing to walk this path. In my own practice, I have found myself patiently waiting out plateaus, stumbling through a valley or two, and occasionally reaching higher altitude. These experiences fueled my desire to help others on their journey, perhaps even direct a few to one of those rare yet brilliant mountain top moments.
Yoga, by definition, means “union”, “to yoke”, or “to bring together.” And really, that’s exactly what we do when we come to yoga. We arrive on our mats, sometimes in pieces, disjointed from mind, body and spirit. We are searching for something on our journey-inner peace, firmer abs and thighs, perhaps a justification for wearing those cool yoga pants. We arrive in our beautifully human, perfectly imperfect condition, drawn together by this ancient practice. Whether we “yoke” together our mind and body, or our breath and movement, or even ourselves with others in a community of yogis in a class, we are living yoga as it was meant to be.
Yoga is often described as a journey. My journey has been filled with twists and turns, (literally as well as metaphorically) mountains and valleys, laughter and tears. My mat is a mirror, always reflecting back to me where I am on this leg of the trip, this yogic adventure that I chose to take. Yoga can be healing and revealing. Yoga is ready when you are, ready to meet you where you are right now.
So, the invitation stands. Meet me on the mat. Let the journey unfold, and what you discover along the way may surprise you.
