A Mother/Teen Daughter Travel Blog
Today is my two-month YOGAversary. Yes, I’m aware of the exact date I began practicing yoga and am celebrating each and every second, minute, hour, month–everyday should be a celebration of something, right?
But heed my warning: Yoga is a powerful force that you may want to avoid at all costs. I was not aware of the spell it would cast over every aspect of my being. I am writing this to save you! BEWARE!!!
If you were to look up “Kristen” in a thesaurus, you’d probably find the first synonym “vino lover.” However, since I’ve begun the practice of yoga just about a month ago, I’ve experienced profound internal changes–I would honestly call them near religious experiences. In my stillness, I am able to process the deepest of emotions–grief, regret, loss, trauma and despair. Yes, I’ve cried on my mat. I’ve been able to release these pains from my past and let go of all that does not serve me. I feel grounded, balanced, present, vibrant, alive, awake, full of hope and inner peace–more than I’ve felt in decades and it’s absolutely divine.
Today officially marks one month that I’ve been practicing yoga. Attending Vinyasa and Yin 5-6 times a weeks has been so enlightening. This journey is remarkable. I have nothing but wonderful things to say about how I feel inside and out.
That is until my first Bikram (hot) class. Due to a conflict in schedule, the hot class was the only one I could attend that day, so I figured after a month into this, it was time to give it a shot.
Now I have given birth three times, one being completely natural childbirth. Nothing in my life has ever come close to that level of torturous pain–until now.
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