Before I begin, the emptiness seems so vast, and my thoughts and actions seem so small, so insignificant, that they hardly seem worth pursuing.
Where should I begin? With cat and dog tilts? Mountain pose? Forward bends?
And what should I write? Can I describe the discomfort? The emptiness? The insignificance of these actions?
Amazingly, though, once I step on the mat or open my journal, these fears evaporate, and the emptiness disappears, too, no longer a vast vacuum waiting to swallow me up.
Instead, I find myself excited by the prospect of discovering something new...read more