I knew as soon as I entered the room that I had made the right decision. I removed my coat and shoes and stepped into the space, embracing its warmth. Looking out, I could see the sun beginning to set through the glow in the windows. I was exactly where I needed to be.
We moved through the restorative practice slowly but strongly, holding the positions for as long as we needed, and then a little more. My body drank it in. It had been too long since I had practiced yoga or found time for myself that it was as though I had somehow forgotten the reason I started practicing in the first place: that it makes me feel so connected, so whole.
When we entered final Savasana, a strange sadness swept over me and I began to cry. Tears slowly ran down my face, but I didn’t make a sound. I let myself feel it. I had never experienced anything like that before and I knew in that moment how much this meant to me, how important it is for me to have yoga in my life as a contrast to the chaos that follows me outside the studio walls. When I am in class, everything else disappears. I am the calmest I will ever be. It was almost as though my body was breaking down and thanking me for giving it the love it needs. I realized I had been neglecting myself, and later as I walked home, I made a promise to myself to recommit to my practice. This is obviously something I need and want in my life.
I also decided to return to this blog and begin writing about yoga again. I’m not really sure why I stopped in the first place, but I am here now and that’s what matters. It’s good to be back.