This post is for my Mom, who thinks I am doing too much yoga while I am in Africa 😉
Firstly, there is no such thing as too much yoga, Mom. In the case of yoga, more is almost always better.
(Got a problem? Want to fix it? Feet together neatly on the line, toes and heels touching.)
Secondly, it’s all yoga. Every moment, every breath, every experience. Especially in Africa.
It’s breathtaking. Awe-inspiring. Confusing. Surprising. Joyful. Sad. Sometimes deeply uncomfortable, physically and emotionally. Africa is showing me who I am. It’s telling me the truth, about myself and about the world. Just like yoga.
When life gets busy–and you aren’t making it into the hot room as often as you like–remember this.
It’s all yoga. Every moment, every breath, every experience. Don’t even blink your eyes–you might miss it…