The time you are at a yoga workshop, and the teacher, who may just be an angel, or in the least, a completely wonderful human being, holds you in a yoga pose that makes you want to run and hide and move away as fast as possible from all the uncomfortable feelings and memories and things you wish weren’t a part of you. She tells you not to run, she tells you to stay with it, to sit with it, and that on the other side of fear is everything that you want. She tells you to let go, so you do.

There, in a room of 60+ people, in a yoga class being recorded for an audio CD, you full-on openly weep.

But suddenly you don’t feel embarrassed. You realize that all these things, all these moments that make you want to hide, or turn off, or appear cold and unmoved and unphased, all these memories that you wouldn’t wish on anyone else — they have taught you things you never would have realized without them. They have made you stronger, even if the process of getting to that end result was completely and inappropriately fucked up. You grew and changed and evolved and became a better, kinder, and more compassionate person because of it. And no one can ever take that from you. No one can ever hurt you with it, because it is yours to wear like armor. You know that even sometimes when you feel alone, lost, disposable, worthless — you are not. And you know that sometimes, shit happens. But hopefully, it doesn’t ever again happen on your head.

Things More Embarrassing Than a Bird Shitting on Your Head, by Natalie Bell (via hedgehoglife)

You know you’re a yogi when … 

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Yan-remember that time we were both crying in savasana? :( i mish you and Karin SO MUCH

(via goldenfallingheart) (Whoops- posted on my blog too :P oh well!)

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Chakra Healing Meditation

interesting, never thought of it this way

first yoga class in .. 3 weeks

So yesterday night I went to a new yoga class for the first time in about 3 or 4 weeks. It was so weird! I don’t know how to explain it. I was super excited because I went with my work friend (which is also kind of sad because we are becoming close just as I am about to leave) and she took me as a guest to her fancy gym. We got there late and had to be right in the front row (which I usually don’t mind) but the style was so different than all of emma’s classes. It was like an almost-flow, if that makes sense. It was somewhere between holding the poses for a long time and flowing/vinyasa. We also did a lot of weird poses that I had never done before.

It made me feel really strange, to be honest! I had just finished working 103 hours for Reunion and my body NEEDED the yoga, but it definitely made me miss emma’s class and doing yoga with yan & karin. :( 

Then today I went to the gym and worked out on my ankle which was already bothering me, which did NOT make it happy. To go to hot yoga tomorrow night, or no?? I am conflicted.

—kendra