My lovely friend from afar. We met on college move-in day. I smiled at her in the elevator that would take me up to my dorm room I would live in for a year. She told me I had spinach in my teeth. A friendship was born. Even though we don't get the chance to lie on each others teensy dorm beds and laugh and cry and eat midnight snacks any longer, I still consider her a close friend. She inspires me everyday with her beautiful, artistic, sometimes brutally honest, always thoughtful posts about life, kids, yoga, and love. She is the one who inspired me to do the 100 Happy Days.
This was one of her more recent posts. It made me happy.
Yoga has never been about the poses. My real love for yoga started with my need to feel like I wasn't going insane. I had a small child and every young mother said they loved being a mom. They told me how satisfying motherhood was. I thought I must have been doing it wrong because satisfaction is not a word I could use to describe how I felt. How about disorganized? Frazzled? Tired? Incompetent? Scared? Crazy? I needed yoga to pull myself together. It helped me stay sane enough to have 2 more littles, to grow them up and survive the terrible two, threes and fours. I survived the elementary school years and the PTA (that was enough to send me over the edge). Now I have a teenager and a tween as well as a 5th grader. My yoga practice has evolved and so has parenthood. Satisfied? Maybe a little. Sane? Definitely! These fancy arm balance poses remind me about the balance of life. These poses are fun, but it is the basic practice of breath and movement and focus of my mind that keeps me sane. -Nicole Eccles Mathis
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