“Take a picture or it didn’t happen.” Gah, I’m a little bothered and also laughing at that thought from my meditation this am. You see, I feel torn many days to share my practices visually with all of you, for I am pretty certain you wouldn’t know what to think about the sounds I make, the chants I sing, the sloppy clothes, or lack thereof that I wear, my messy hair, my sticky face masks, my mostly not-yoga ‘posture’ movements and dances... I love the thought of being any tiny bit of inspiration for any of you out there in need of it. I am not ashamed of my practices in any way, but instead in tune with the knowing that these sloppy, messy, sticky moments are my most sacred moments where I can gaze fully, without attachment to the outcome or emotions of the day, into my soul with clarity and BIG compassion. My biggest inspirations lately have not come from the best memes or inspiring posts from friends, but from sitting in circles, holding hands, crying and laughing maniacally out loud to myself when something pisses me off and I let myself feel it fully, speaking out loud to a group about my fears and confused questions about my life and this universe and gazing into the honest eyes of the person across from me. Today, if I inspire any part of you- let it be the part that decides to be brave and show yourself to the people closest to you, trusting that they will love you just the same IF NOT MORE by being the real you. Life isn’t perfect. I’m not pretending. If I’m going to be loved, I want you to love the real imperfect me, not some image of who you think I am. #shineshamelessy #perfectlyimperfecf #kripaluyoga #yogini #thisiswhatyogalookslike #downdogma (at Canton, Ohio) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs-4khMhfkS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hm43jlq84nwf
