My mat, my teacher.

by Deva Shantay

My breath feels absent in my back, so I center each pose there.

I meet struggle and discomfort—even anger.

Something shifts as I stay with it.

An opening.

Energy begins to flow.

Softness emerges.

Now, breath fills that space.

Peace follows—relief.

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Previous

To sit.

Next
Next

I want to practice.