My yoga mat is so much more than a mat these days. It is a rectangular safe haven. Life is hectic. Life can be unexpected. And to be frank.. sometimes life kicks my ass. But when I’m on my mat there is an understanding. An understanding that I need peace, that I need security, that I need to let go. And that is what my mat gives me. It is a place to work it out and leave it there.
What have I been leaving on my mat these days? Grief. I cannot control life therefore I cannot keep grief away. But I can step on to my mat every morning and start fresh. I can be light even if it is just temporarily.