My First Year as a Yogi

Some things aren’t very good at being described. Writing, in fact, ideas transcending time and space on paper (and now in digital pixels) is an art; a practice. But some things are just better felt.

My yoga practice started about the same time as my Zen practice, my radical acceptance practice. Embodied; It became me, all of it together. That feeling, the indescribable one, good or bad and everywhere else in between, that’s my practice.

ZaZen is not what happens to you when you are sitting. Self-acceptance is not lying to yourself about how Ok you are.  Yoga is not what happens to you when you are breathing. And lifting weights is not standing up with a barbell on your back.

It’s just a feeling.

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