restriction is sometimes the best teacher and whether it has been limitations of shape, injuries or a post-birth-healing-body or the pure exhaustion of sleepless nights, i have had a lot to learn. not only about these aspects of how to handle (and modify) physical practice, but about how i respond to my own limitations and suffering. a learning curve, for sure. now as i stand at the 2 year mark, looking back i see that i am so much better at taking care of myself, being grateful (still only at times) for the experiences my body graciously provides me with - rather than always just demanding more - and trusting the real-time magic and healing of this living-breathing tradition, especially in it's more subtle elements. we come to yoga to get a nice butt or a flat belly or to relax and we can't fathom the bounty we've fallen into..
especially, the community. so grateful to have been supported by such an amazing and varied group of yogis during this time. to those who have kids and know the deal and those who don't and yet by their generous presence have held safe space for me to come wholly back towards my full range of practice and encouraged me in their own ways to trust and be gentle with myself, inspired me or lightened me up... i bow.