Hi there,

How are you, you devoted morning of imagination? I hope all is very well in your world!
 

I know a yogi who only shows up to class so she can show off her pants. Thinks he doesn’t belong. Keeps a pointy crystal in her bra.

I know a yogi who doesn’t tell anyone they practice. Will only get started once he loses 40 pounds. Still thinks she doesn’t belong, even though she’s been teaching for years.

I know a yogi who hungers for forward bends. Forgets why she’s there. Secretly hopes practice will make them a way better person.

I know a yogi who credits her survival to yoga. Thinks about quitting every Wednesday morning when it’s time for class. Has given up on home practice at least as much as he’s given up on himself.

I know a yogi who reveres her teacher. Hates the idea of lineage and prefers their own path. Wonders if he’s making it all up, and then decides he’s okay with that.

I know a yogi who craves backbends. Hates hip openers. Skips Savasana -- at least in her mind -- and instead spends the time planning what’s next.

I know a yogi who is so happy to move her belly to be more comfortable. Wouldn’t touch their own flesh if someone gave them a million dollars. Is slowly starting to treat himself with a millimeter more kindness.

I know a yogi who is showing up. Wants to flake out. Pulls herself back to center as many times as she needs, usually a hundred times per hour.
No matter what kind of yogi you are right now, there is space for you. We're all a million kinds in one.
Celebrating infinite you today!