Escape and stories

Interesting how this blog was working better as a private journal.  As soon as I went public (i.e. told Dom) I started 'writing for' instead of 'writing about' and I lost the momentum of introspection.  But yesterday I was lying on my yoga mat listening to stories. Don't worry, I was still in the Floment, but stories were rising... and I listened and let them go like a good yogini.  Anyway, I realised I still needed this space. I am so full of stories and they clutter me up.  Yoga is physically, mentally and emotionally easy for some and hard for others.

Hard for me.  But good for me too - helps me sift through the stories and let them go.  But ultimately when you struggle with yoga you need more than one mat.

This is just another mat.