After nearly ten months of dedicated weekly practise, I can honestly say that yoga is the glue that has put me back together again. I feel like I’m becoming my old self, pre-injury and pre-grief. I have clarity. I am much calmer and much slower to anger. Frankly, I’m just more pleasant...
Can you love me when I drink from the wrong bottle and slip through the crack in the floorboard?
Can you love me when I’m bigger than you, when my presence blazes like the sun does, when it hurts to look directly at me?
Can you love me then too?