My body has held a frozen pose for too long. Its beauty neglected, its form stiff and fragile. This morning’s yin practice opened another blossom that has grown through the crack of my mindless being, an unnatural posture that I’ve maintained for what feels like centuries. My analytical accountant identity breaks under the pressure of All I Am. My so-called control has been shattered as I take breaths of new vibrancy, blasting open a vista my eyes don’t yet see. Or if they do see, I can’t comprehend the new landscape they transmit, images blurred into feelings of loss and sorrow.
Who am I? Why am I scared of the unknown hidden inside? Why have I held back for countless heartbeats? When do I fully become who I am?
This process is unrelenting, yet gentle. It takes me one loving step and waits while I catch up to a new space, a new place where I can be all of me. I chose my path, and this freeing won’t stop until one day my true dance reverberates through every part of my beautiful body and soul.