poetry in motion

i love yoga because it lets me get in tune with my real, true and authentic self. i am able to leave the mind chatter at the door and settle into my raw self, my beauty and my vulnerability. i am able to breathe, smile and challenge myself - both mentally and physically. i love yoga because i have met my soul family through this practice. i love yoga because there are no expectations or needs of me: all i have to do is show up, and all is well. namaste, tara & fellow yogis!

life is crazy good. like SO good (/boring at the jobplace now) that i am finding time to actually write (my own) words, rather then reblogging some pretty photos or a cliche quote. i have been totally off the tumblr radar lately - playing around in pinterest lately (my future home is bangin according to that site!) and obsessing over style blogs.

i was chatting with becca the other day, and jokingly stated that i wanted to start my own blog - about pretty things. you know. clothes, make up, hair, boys, kittens, puppies saving piglets, etc. but the more i think about it, the more i might do it. we wont reach hellogiggles.com status, but we sure as hell are going to make a mark. (ps: dont worry, becca is going to write the boy department and food department since my interests in there range from ryan gosling to pizza).

the real stuff: the gossip:

i graduated from yoga school in december, which was proof that following my heart should always be number one. i applied to a yoga school that intimidated me for many years. and i got in. and it changed my life. besides the amazing people i met, and having the honour of learning from a woman who made me fall in love with yoga many years ago, my life changed.

i switched. last spring my life was so dark and scary. i had a major loss in my life and held on to things and people who would only continue to let me down. i mean, the people i dated last spring definitely make me shake my head with shame today. all toxic and all bad. i felt that i deserved to be treated so badly, because life had let me down so hard. i lost my mom. my dad. my grandfather. i lost myself. i had no grasp on what was good for me.

but then one day. i woke up. hungover from bad dates and negative feelings. i detoxed, i cleansed, and i rolled out my mat. i found yoga and i found light. i dove into forgiving those who hurt me, i opened my heart, i found freedom in my job, i found love in my family; especially those who challenged me the most, and importantly - i found ME.

today?

my massage therapist said it perfectly. the other week, he was in the middle of working on me and stopped. “melissa, do you even understand how much your body has changed because of yoga? your spine is so lengthened, your heart is so open, your shoulders are almost glued to each other, you’re so open. you’re literally glowing. i can see it in your eyes, but it’s so obvious in your body.”

*(& yes, as a yoga teacher, you get massages monthly, and write them off on your taxes).

life is good. it’s settled. i am teaching more then i can even keep track of. i am open to anything & everything, that amazing opportunities are pouring into my lap. i am fearless, running through life wildly. i have a beautiful relationship with a partner who syncs so perfectly into my life and makes it so EASY. i am running a monthly group for women, to help them manifest their dreams and form sisterhood. i am letting go of what doesnt serve me, and accepting my flaws. i am smiling. at anything. at everything.

and that’s where i am. content. living life by the moment, and accepting each challenge as an opportunity. i finally understand that everything i went through in the past, was work i had to do, in order to find this peace today. each tear, pain or feeling of self doubt brought me to happiness, freedom and confidence.

this life. it’s good. i hope yours is, too.

and ps: as i was updating this, i confirmed with becca about our blog project. so bring on a graphic artist - we’ll be needing your help!

all my love. xo.