No matter how long you’ve been practicing, nor what your yoga looks like, the lessons that are ingrained in this practice are timeless.
Just like the mountains, we are expansive. Our dreams, goals, intentions are beyond measure. I think the mountains bring out those insane dreams on a full scale, and somewhere in the midst of it, you have to wonder - am I going to play it safe? or can I risk it all?
So ask yourself - what if I actually succeed? What if my fear is not that I'll crash and burn, but instead that I'll rise and become the best version of myself possible? And I assure you, that that fear is the best kind of fear there is. Because it inspires you, not just to push forward, but to leave what and who no longer serve you.
Our bellies are sacred. They are the seat of our power, our love, our connection to ourselves, each other, our world, and our purpose. They are not meant to be cut down, chiseled into, or shrunken in order to fit jeans, stereotypes, or fear-based expectations. Allow them to grow with nourishment, rise and fall freely with breath, and give life to children, ideas, and even your damn self.
Some days, I cannot think myself out of a bad spot. Likewise, I find myself at a loss for words or actions to help a loved one or a stranger. In those moments, I allow myself to feel their true pain.