“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” ~ Lao Tzu

The first snow is falling on this Wednesday night. It’s oh so pretty. The trees glisten, every branch still reaching. I take it slow getting to Kimberley’s 5:45 class–because it’s snowing, because it’s nearing winter, and nature is telling me to slow down. I move too fast in this word sometimes…

The yoga studio is dark and warm, the heat generated by Laura’s 4:30 class is still hugging the air. I am near my friend Angelina, and a new friend, Erin. We settle in and begin to practice.

Kimberly sets a course of flowing and opening up. Her voice is soothing and gentle, encouraging me to speak to myself like that. She says we all come to the mat for different reasons, and for me, it’s feeling the commitment to myself.

I have struggled to eat like I did during the Experience. I think it’s the support I miss the most–and also, knowing that it will be over, and I just have to do this for a little bit longer. Like in yoga, I hear that voice–only a few more breaths, and then…

The struggle stems to my yoga mat, where I have difficulty focusing, finding the breath, grounding down. I am all over the place. So I keep coming back–I start over and over and over again. I am aware of it all.

Settling down to the floor, we practice frog. I have not seen this pose in so long, and now twice in one week! I accept the slow opening; I’m in it. I notice the difference. My body was just here, and it’s willing to go back, to soften some more.

In savasana, I let everything not serving me melt away. I rise new, light, clean, like freshly fallen snow.