During yoga practice my mind frets over how I look doing yoga, even with no one else around, and to berate me for “looking ridiculous in the poses” – telling me yoga is for “skinny” people.
But then, wandering through a thrift store, I saw her sitting on a shelf surrounded by craft projects gone wrong and kitchen spoons. With that crooked smile she invited me to see her, to truly see her and I found a reflection of myself- my heart opened, my mind hushed. Now she’s home with me ready to be a witness to my yoga practice, to remind me that I am beautiful just as I am. So are you!
In the movement of yoga my mind and spirit begin to open – just a bit at a time. And it helps so much to have the support of a kind and compassionate teacher showing the way. Without yoga I might have missed her smile.