For about a month I was on the go… Starting yoga teacher training the same weekend my husband and I moved. Having a new job and working a 40 hour week then going to training all weekend and back again. Doing that for a few weeks wore me out. I was constantly on the go. During a Mysore class I got the notion I needed to stand in tadasana (mountain pose) to feel grounded and calm. I cried for most of the practice in child’s pose after that. I was proud I didn’t flee the room and go home though I tried my best to hide my tears. I stayed with it. I was still. Not moving constantly. I also had to be with myself and only myself and my breath. I hadn’t felt that in so long and upon finally receiving it, I was overwhelmed. Then I was thankful. Breathing in Myself Do mountains get tired? Is that why they crumble or erupt after standing strong for so long? Or so it thought. The top dumps off or its inside explodes. I couldn't bear Tadasana t...
Women's Spiritual Poetry