It wasn’t an easy time, by any means. But my yoga practice served me well through this period. On the days when the movement didn’t ‘work’ – when it didn’t place me right there, in the flow of life at that present moment, free of regret and worry – I still had the breath to fall back on, and vice versa. That’s the beauty of having a yoga and breath practice; there’s always some element of it – be it postures, the breathing techniques or meditation – that works in any given moment. The hardest part is saying to yourself, “I will now step onto my mat”. And even when that doesn’t happen, simply visualising yourself breathing and moving works like magic.
Of course, there were and there still are times when I struggle to get into the groove, so to speak, and I have internal conversations with myself, saying things like, “What am I doing on my mat? I would much rather be somewhere else or doing something else.” But these moments teach us how to ‘sit with ourselves’ – to acknowledge how we feel, mentally, physically, emotionally and, sometimes, spiritually, without judgement. We learn to ‘be’ with the good, the bad and the ugly. It’s one of the hardest things to do, but when it happens, it’s very liberating.