My Body Knew Before I Did
The first time I cried in a yoga class, I was in pigeon pose. I hadn't expected it. Something let go that day — years of holding, of trying to please everyone. The mat has a way of asking you to finally arrive in yourself.
The first time I cried in a yoga class, I was in pigeon pose. I hadn't expected it. Something let go that day — years of holding, of trying to please everyone. The mat has a way of asking you to finally arrive in yourself.