all roads lead to gratitude

Dear Friends,

I moved for myself this morning, at first I came to the mat for some sweet restoratives in the quiet of a sleeping house, it is Labor Day after all so ease was my intention. I found myself meditating on asanas I love and haven’t been practicing. I put on a playlist and it reminded me of a pre-pandemic practice in studio spaces, with other yogis, friends, and family with rooms filled with chatter, laughter, and compassion. That feeling of synchronized swimming when in a group vinyasa class. And so, I began again, and moved, lingered in spaces and breathed that lovely slow dance of self awareness. Wisdom from those memories echoed in my mind. My own words that I speak when guiding practice, I said a few of those too. I felt hands guiding length into my spine in Paschimottanasana. I miss being tucked in for restoratives and Shavasana, I miss tucking y’all in, that feeling of being cared for, and took the extra time to take the blanket and eye pillow for myself with that same loving attention. Please take the extra 10 seconds, extra 10 minutes, extra hour when you can and take care of yourself. When I sat up and finished my practice I had tears of gratitude for all the people and places who fill my practice memory bank, I miss you all and know sunnier studio days await us. You are the pebble tossed in the pond and your ripples are far reaching. I am forever grateful for my pandemic sangha that keep me moving, motivated, grounded, and going. I love you all. In the meantime practice, move, breathe big, take some time to care for yourself, to be kind and gentle with yourself.
Xx K

P.S. There is something so satisfying having a cat purring near your head during Shavasana, hOMe practice perks abound.

Gratitude from an open heart.