Jul 25, 2019
It happens every single time. My mom drags me to her weekly Vinyasa Flow, or one of my friends has a coupon for a free class.They dim the lights, maybe distribute some cool towels or sandalwood oil. Everyone else is either vibing out, or just asleep. And I’m busy sobbing.
We’ve got a new guest post up on the blog about the challenge of stillness, confrontation anxiety, the kind of prayers that our bodies express, and why crying through yoga might be a good thing.
“I talk at God a lot, but am still hazy on who God is to me. It’s not helpful that I grew up vaguely viewing God as part alien, part cop, part ghost, who also happens to be my dad. I’m uncomfortable around God, and so I do all the talking.”
