This little one
surfaced tonight after a night of play with make-up, by myself…
I
stood out of the way and let it flow. It confirms my need, love, and the gifts
found, in my own being, and loving, my own company.
Alone
Time
Alone time
is sacred time.
I feel the rhythm of my breath,
the pause residing between thoughts,
where everything slows down
and vibrant colors return.
I no longer live
in hues of black, gray,
and white.
I remember myself,
the self I’ve always known,
even as a child,
while in the peace
of my own company.
Sometimes she hides
behind the hustle, the bustle,
the busy, the grasping,
and it’s sacred alone time
that brings her back out,
as if she hides behind a sycamore,
in nature, with my true nature,
holding the limbs
of the tree as hands
of friends
for comfort.
I beckon her out,
with silence, aloneness,
that is her, my, music.
When she dances,
it serves her, me, us
with opportunity
to simply be,
free,
and we become one,
no longer split, no longer separated
from ourselves.
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| Pictured is the author, Krista Katrovas |
Krista Katrovas (E-RYT) has dedicated herself to the practice, study and teaching of yoga since discovering it in 1999 after dancing rigorously as a dance major in college. Krista has had scores of articles on Yoga, Wellness, and Spirituality published in nationally regulated magazines. She has a regular column at Elephant Journal here. She has taught Yoga in Prague every July since 2009 and has been sought to teach in Kuwait, Canada, Virginia, California, Kentucky, and Florida. She calls Kalamazoo, Michigan home, where she teaches Yoga, Meditation, offers Spiritual guidance, and practices Shamanism. She has cats, though also loves dogs, all animals. Her power animal is the Snowy Owl. Visit her yoga website here.
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