Today during yoga the instructor kept asking us to be present with our bodies of today. To let go of the body we had 10 years ago or the one we went 10 weeks from now. To thank the bodies looking back at us in the mirror and acknowledge how hard it worked during the practice. Something about this statement stirred my heart and I found myself wanting to come home and sit with the gratitude for my body and its strength.
I don't always give my body enough credit for the ways it has taken care of me when I wasn't strong enough to take care of it. The way it has made room for the pain and trauma and eating disorders. How it found physical places for the things my mind and heart weren't ready to face. My body figures out how to work with my emotional capacity and coping mechanisms, never losing patience with my progress, even when I don't extend the same courtesy in return. My body that levels itself out and is constantly working to come back to center. To healthy. To home. My body that commits to being pushed for 90 minutes of yoga in the heat and each class gives a little more- a reminder to not underestimate its commitment to supporting my journey. At times when I am sick, however that might show itself, it forces us to slow down. Sleep. Rest. Drink water. Breathe. Reminding me that we are only human, after all.
I wrote my body a mantra for the week and wanted to share <3
"My body aligns with the universe from which it came.
It embraces health and welcomes healing.
It supports my weight loss journey energetically and holds me up with compassion."
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