Yoga has always found me at times in my life where I felt torn.

It’s as if a chasm gets dug deep between who I actually am and who I think I am, and yoga has always been there to put the pieces back together. You could think of it like a giant puzzle.

Here we have life, this seemingly giant collage of moments full of flow, resistance, blockages, traumas, and healing all through the confusion of trying to come to terms with the truth of our being inside our vast inner worlds that many of us may neglect in search for something outside ourselves.

But this is where the beauty of yoga comes to play. I say play because to me, rolling out my yoga mat is an intentional act of creating space for my body to play. To move. To feel the rhythm and energy of life cast down my limbs and hear my breath exhale, releasing all of the suppressed tension my human body has stored for the last so many years of life.

Ahhhhh... That feeling of post-yoga bliss is something I’d love to guide the world towards feeling. It’s as real as the sunshine you feel on your skin when you walk through your yard at around 3 p.m. during the peak of a summer’s day. It’s as real as a kiss from a passionate lover of yours that maybe once was or is, but you always remember that ethereal presence of how it made you feel to be seen in their eyes and caressed in their gentle embrace. With yoga, however, you learn to do these gentle acts for yourself, with your most glorious body.

Movement becomes medicine. It becomes a dance of pure intention and playing with the space of the body and losing track of time happens naturally. I describe being in a flow state as truly being without noise in my head and a gracious awareness of my ability to breathe and hold space for myself to play and be seen as I am in the moment I need to feel seen. I can see myself clearly during yoga, for we are yoga. We are unity, and through asana practice, I believe we learn to embody a sense of presence and peace in complex poses because it proves to our mind what we are capable of doing with our bodies when we allow it to move as it needs to...

Yoga becomes the medium by which I can feel my authentic self under all the layers of shame, guilt, and self doubt that I feel...

And it simply feels good to be held in the arms of your own strength, your own flexibility, your own integrity no matter what form that comes in. It just feels good to be grounded during a yoga session where the mind stops buzzing and you can drop into your heart and really just unleash the divine feminine energy that lies within us all.

The healing power of yoga is unmatched in my book and I am learning no matter how far I get from my truth, I find a home through my yoga practice again and again, but through every ascension process, my relationship with yoga gets deeper. More intimate. Oh, it’s a beautiful love affair.