We are low releasing to the mat, surrendering, waiting to begin.
Instinct, intuition and a wealth of knowledge, she observes the physical before her.
Today’s plan abandoned, new plan…she sees and knows what is called for,
Instruction given incrementally, outer pad of big toe, inner wrist, skin and breath.
200 hours? Try 200 hundred thousand and more, living, giving, being yoga.
With wisdom and a life dedicated to the practice, she shares her expertise,
Resistance, fear and self-judgement, we falter. We harden, unyielding, rigid.
We are not there to be pampered, nor ignored, she is discerning, watchful, ever present.
The impossible is possible, securely guided, supported, we grow stronger and softer,
Each day we are shown the path forward, although not always do we journey.
Sometimes we wander, distracted and disillusioned, however we suffer no judgement.
Her presence is steadfast, respected, gratefully accepted. Back to the mat, forever changed.
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