Teacher Training started a week ago but I feel like I've been doing this forever.
Today just wants me to practice, wants to feel the "juice" flowing in the body, between the shoulder blades, wants to feel the breath in union with movement and the quietness of mind focused single-heartedly at one task - breathing, moving, being.
When does yoga become more than a practice? Perhaps I'm still foolishly in love with it all, waiting for the illusion to melt and experience the reality of what is. I try my best to wait for it with my cup empty.
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