I have been practicing yoga for six days. In a row.
Each day (most) before the sun starts to shine her light over the city, I am ready to move.
To move and to sit.
This is nothing short of a revelation, dedication, commitment.
This is choosing love over fear.
I am connected, dialed in and turned up; I am alive, breathing and thirsty; I am open and wide awake.
I am changing, from the depths of my being to the far reaches of my soul.
I am being reminded (again) that everything I think I need to know, want to know, need to know, already exists in my heart.
Shields down, heart open, space within the space within the spaces; this is yoga.