I wanted Lila to be a safe haven for students to feel at ease, available, embodied, and open to feel their hearts. I went into owning and operating Lila out of a place of heart and love. The practice has always moved beyond the mat and woven into my life as a practice… how do I Live Lila. Yoga has and always will be a practice that is not just about the forms (asana), but, a practice in how we move with intention, clarity, and choice through our days, how we look into each other’s eyes, hold each other’s pain, drink in our joy, and embrace the many waves of this life together. I am wishing to have time to sink back into my own heart and learn again what it is that I am passionate about creating and sharing. I am yearning for more ease to flow in my life as a mama, a sister, a friend, and a steward to our communities and the land. If we could all speak our needs more clearly and have others hear, witness, listen, perhaps we can begin to lean into the truth of Justice in our bodies, minds, and hearts. We are all being called to become more illuminated, for all that we are. As chaos ensued in the world, so too did it spin in and around me: confusion, sadness, anger, rage, sorrow, and pain.Īs the world slowly woke up to more Justice, it strummed a sleepy cord of passion within and around me. Stretched thin, worn out, and not available for anything or anyone. My time was being divided as a businesswoman, a community leader, a teacher, a mother, a sister, a friend, and lover. I discovered the sacredness of the woods that were just a stone’s throw from my home.Īs the months kept going by, the truth of what I needed, wanted and craved became more clear. I spent day after day with my two precious boys, now 6 and 9, and my loving husband. I spent hours in nature and watched Spring come into bloom. I planted seeds in the earth around my own home. I landed in the arms of my family and dear friends. This was revealing itself day after day, both inside and outside of me.Īs my own heart softened post-closure of the studio doors, I myself sank deeper into the gifts of this strange time. With every death is an opportunity for a new birth. Amidst the sorrow and pain, however, I watched, listened to, read, and witnessed countless acts from around the world showing the growth of love, connection, creativity, and beauty. At first, I was heartbroken for all the doors that were closing, the growing debt, the lost jobs, the growing responsibilities, the increase of the economic divide, and the many friends and families dying. The spread of Covid-19 and its international order to go back to our homes and hold tight to that which nurtures and restores us, has revealed another way of being. In this time of illumination, socially, politically, culturally, environmentally, it has become clear that Lila East End Yoga, in the way that it existed pre-quarantine, is a thing of the past.
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