Hello dear non-readers,
Here i am again. Have been feeling tres guilty about this thing I started and then just left to fester. So here I am again.
And I just have to tell you that though I haven’t completely fulfilled my commitment to go to yoga clases every day (is that what I said?), well I did just join my local gym – not the Fitness First variety – but one that specialises in yoga and pilates. And it’s great. So I am faced with an all-you-can-downdog buffet of yoga – not so much all styles but a bit of a smorgasbord.
It is SOOO GREAT to be back on the yoga mat. It feels like coming home. And I need it so much at the moment, going through some difficult times. Because that man? He’s not mine, and won’t be for a while, if ever.
So I am faced with a deep, aching sadness and pain, not only because I have lost the possibility of him but also because I ache for a child of my own and it may never happen. And sometimes i wonder what’s the point if I don’t have a child to look after, or a partner. It’s pretty hard on your own to find meaning.
So I guess this is where yoga comes in. It really does give meaning, or provides you with tools to discover meaning. Finding outer strength to face the world, and inner surrender to face your own demons.