When I was 18 years old I was introduced to yoga for the first time. I had an amazing Doctor at the time that suggested that I try it. I didn’t fully understand her reasoning at the time, but regardless, I started to look for a place to take yoga. So 15 years ago in a smallish city, yoga hadn’t really hit mainstream yet. However I did find one studio downtown that I could do a drop-in class at so I showed up (probably in sweat pants) to try this yoga business out.
I remember thinking this is weird How is this going to help me? Who are these people?? I remember being frustrated by how slow it was. How silent the room was. Feeling a bit ripped off that a) it didn’t feel like exercise at all and b) how could suggesting being alone in a quiet room with my thoughts help me? I kept going once a week, mostly to fulfill my promise that I would. I didn’t reach some epiphany or state of higher being in those first classes, but something about them kept me coming back to my yoga mat.
Over the years I have tried a lot of yoga classes – the warmth of Moksha, the still of Yin and the movement of Vinyasa. This year, I will embark on my own journey to become a yoga teacher, hoping that somehow I can give back some of what yoga has given to me. When I am on my mat I release my competitive side. When I am on my mat I am ok with the silence and I am best able to quiet any unhealthy thoughts. When I am on my mat I feel more love for me – something that has been and will remain key in my recovery.
I hope to share some of this with you here. If you have a story to share about how yoga has brought change to your life. Please share.
Much Love.
Uncovering Recovery 