Break Your Own Heart and Glue it Back Together with Yoga

When I suddenly felt tears slip down my face, it’s because I realised I felt fragile. My heart was cracked open during yoga class and even though it’s been a few hours I can still feel it bursting at the seams. It’s why I hugged my teacher with heart-felt gratitude. It’s why I was searching for and craving connection as soon as I left the studio. And it’s why I’ve been laying on my bed feeling hurt, without any particular reason. I feel like I need love now more than ever. To fill the void, so things don’t seem so scary. I’d forgotten how powerful this practice is. How the physical postures ignite emotions and feed into our mental practice tenfold. As soon as I finished I was overwhelmed with love. For the practice. For my teacher. For the endless opportunities of growth. And I wanted to share that, and to spread that love as far as I could. But nobody was there to catch it. So I gave it back to myself. Feeling a sense of appreciation for my ability to tune into what’s going on in my own being. Then I realised I can throw my love out into the world, even if no ones standing there with their arms wide open. Isn’t this the point? To send love to not only those who need it or want it, but to those who aren’t expecting it and deserve it just as much. And this was all sparked from a love that I nurtured within myself. So it’s nice to know I’ve got enough to go round, especially when I need to feel it too.

(20/3/17)