hot yoga addict.
- thapachar
- Feb 28, 2015
- 2 min read
it is safe to say that i am a hot yoga addict. a few months ago i was blessed with the opportunity to do work exchange at a hot yoga studio! free, unlimited, hot yoga classes?! my life is complete. but truly little did i know this experience would be one of the most profound in my self-discovery journey to date.
i had done hot yoga for a couple years actually, but never ever this consistently. for a solid two months, if not a little more i went to hot yoga every single day. Occasionally taking a weekend day off here or there. when i first started i was just so happy to get back on the mat, finally consistently. little did i know that hot yoga would literally not only open my skin pores but my center being and overflow with an abundant amount of information about myself that i hid in under-stretched under-loved parts of my body.
hot yoga made me feel like a warrior princess, probably how Beyoncé feels when she’s Sasha Fierce. i could do anything i wanted to because i was on my mat in this very moment and all that there was and all that mattered was me, and how i chose to move my body. i am a person that gets over-stimulated very easily so you would think a steaming hot room, tons of mirrors, lots of scantily-clad clothing, sweating buckets would distract me. quite the opposite. in that room most of the time i feel as though i am the only one in there. but you see that is the beauty of it, because although i feel this way i can also feel this deep connection with everyone in the room as we exhaust out our final ‘Oms; together feeling the vibrations of the beginning of us all.
hot yoga is my self-love time. time where i am 100% who I want to be in that moment. the only time when i truly listen to my body and respond respectfully with the delicate, fierce, purposeful, intentional,, whatever it may be in the moment, movement of my body.
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