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WARRIOR DANCE by Erin Larson

As a certified yoga instructor, I find myself infusing the spiritual teachings of yoga in a lot of my writing. After writing and titling this piece, a dear friend read it and noticed that the camber of the lines seemed to follow the rhythm of the “warrior dance” sequence, which is a series of poses often guided in a vinyasa flow yoga class.  Whether this was intentional or subliminal on my part, I’m not sure, but it does add another layer to its reading and interpretation.

Warrior Dance
Erin Larson

I am a woman,
A warrior
I am strong
I am powerful
I deserve to BE!

And for that I will apologize no more

I am not sorry for:
The state of my house
Wanting bread with my salad,
Leftover night,
My amateur prose.
I am not sorry for screen time
that I may cook dinner in peace

I am not sorry for opening my mouth,
My imperfections,
My stretch marks
My wild crazy moods

Contrivances be damned!
I will not squeeze into a mold that does not fit
nor wait demurely for rescue
I love my brain
I love my brawn!

I am a woman
A warrior
I am strong
I am powerful
I deserve to BE!

Erin Larson: I live in the beautiful state of New Hampshire with my husband, three kids, two dogs, a cat, a python and a bearded dragon. I am a lover! A lover of nature, yoga, good food and drink, traveling, reading, camping, hiking, running, etc. etc.  I spend as much time as possible in the woods, as this is where I connect most deeply to the Divine and find most of my inspiration for writing and creating.  I hold a Master’s degree in Environmental Studies (with a concentration in plant biology) and am a certified yoga instructor. You can find more of my poetry and inspirational ramblings at, my blog devoted to finding balance in the every day. 

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