- Published: Thursday, 03 September 2015 16:46
Today I rise with the sun, just as I have practiced doing every day for over 17 years. As I opened my eyes the sun has brushed a warm golden softness to everything I can see outside my window. Below my window bathed in that early morning light is my yoga mat and meditation cushion.
It is with a sense of gratitude that I get up and go prepare for my morning yoga practice. Though the warmth of my comfortable bed tries to call me back, I know that my yoga mat, and my cushion offer me a way of living in the world that is filled with a level of ease and acceptance that was completely foreign to me before I received this priceless gift of yoga. The gift that taught me that I was free.
Most of my life I seemed to feel this sense of missing something. Like there was some kind of joke that everyone but me understood. Around me people seemed to go about their lives with a sense of assuredness that I just didn’t have. Almost like there was a hole inside me, that nothing seemed to ever fill up.
Then the day came when I found drugs and alcohol, and suddenly I knew the answer.