It sits there in the corner – quiet and unassuming, but taking it out has become one of the treasured parts of my day. The soft, cushioning blue undergirds me, supports me as I sit peacefully. Breathing slows, I’m conscious for perhaps the first time that day of my heartbeat. My body becomes fluid, moving smoothly through poses that now feel effortless – breath matching the movement as I stretch, hold, hover.
When I first discovered yoga, I was looking for something to help me manage my emotions. The kids began to connect the mat and moves to this goal, and if I was particularly grumpy that day I would tellingly get asked ‘Have you done your yoga yet, Mummy?’
Now, it has become something far more broad – a place to reconnect with myself, to be mindful, peaceful, at home. I look forward to pulling out the mat, settling in, sinking down into the earth. It moves me – from tense to relaxed, from wound to loose. Ideas spring from hidden places as I allow my mind to switch off from crazy mode, creativity blossoms and my body thanks me for the daily investment. I suppose it has become my happy place.
This post is part of the #Write31Days challenge that I’m participating in along with a talented community of other writers. We free write for five minutes (or more) guided by a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘move’.
For more information on 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes, check out Christina Hubbard’s site!