Dear Yoga,

I have been so busy that I haven’t had time to be with you at all. It isn’t fair I know. All I’ve been able to muster is a headstand here, and downward dog there- nothing like the intimacy we had been experiencing for the past month or so. I am trying very hard not to leave you for Career, for Photography, for the new Web Design company I am building.

Being polyamorous is challenging at times, what can I say?

It’s true I’ve been neglecting you, but know you are with me always. When I was out for dinner at the conference, at a round table of 12 international people who are very influential in terms of having decision making power, you comforted me. That situation would have previously intimidated me, and rendered me quiet and sinking into my chair. Your presence in my life allowed me to sit tall and proud in who I am. Posture of a woman in her strength. For that I say thanks.

So, uh- just know- even when I am not practicing everyday- you are always so deeply in my heart and in the very fabric that shapes me.

And, tonight when we met again for the first time after a whole week of being apart, it was fucking magic wasn’t it? My body is finally humming and happy again. Even seeing Dave, our instructor was great.

He’s always saying things that make the corners of my lips elevate.
Tonights pearl of wisdom?

The breath is the most repeated thing you do in your life. Do it consciously and with thought.