My Personal Practice is just that…Personal. So, personal in fact I don’t want to share it with anyone. I publicly and politely announce to the family ‘I am off to practice my yoga’, I indirectly turn on the ‘do not disturb me’ sign and I lock my bedroom door. Its time for me.
Being a mum to two pre-teen daughters and a toddler, life is constantly busy. I rarely go to the bathroom in peace and often have an audience when showering and I can’t remember when I last had the house to myself. So when I uncurl my yoga mat its time for me to reconnect with myself.Yoga for me is about deepening my awareness and connection with who I am and by doing this I can in turn deepen my connection with the outside world and be present with my family.
It’s an intimate journey I take in my own yoga practice, one I can’t describe; I cry, I laugh, I forgive myself, I accept myself, I fall, I pick myself up, I berate myself, I love myself. It gives me time to recharge my batteries, re-energize, restore, to rest and to return to feeling and being me. And that’s why it’s so personal, it’s an expression of who I am.