Coming Home to Myself

It's almost the middle of March and the year has taught me so much already. This week I've experienced somewhat of a homecoming...to myself. I feel as though I visited this place earlier this year but chose not to stay...until now! 

A couple of weeks ago I was still running from something, although I couldn't really see that until now. Soaking up the sun, slamming beers, and carrying an incredible amount of guilt that I couldn't put my finger on. In hindsight I can see that I've been running from myself for a really long time. That became apparent on the yoga mat as I realized how disconnected from my body I really was. How alcohol aided my avoidance and how uncomfortable facing pieces of myself really were. I have dedicated so much of my life to growth and yet, have kept it at arm's length. Yoga is taking me inward and connecting me to my body in a way that I really wasn't prepared for. But it was clearly time and my soul knew I was ready.

Along with this new commitment to myself, miracles and new wisdom have come my way through the people around me. Healers have shown up to offer just what I didn't know I was looking for. This has truly been one of the most miraculous times of my life and I don't want to say that 'all I had to do was say yes to myself' because I never even realized that I wasn't before now.  I never realized that when I said yes, it was with conditions or it was only for a little while until I went into a pattern of completely checking out. 

What's inside are the stories of my life. Each of us carrying our own stories. There's a quote in The Yamas and Niyamas book that says "Every pair of eyes facing you has probably experienced something you could not endure." - Lucille Clifton. 

You have permission to show up for yourself. You have permission to show up differently to the world; to become someone completely new without explanation to anyone. This is our duty to ourselves. Sending so much love to you all!