In almost every class, I encourage my students to write. Just like yoga, writing is healing. After Thursday's class I received a message. A well written message. "A relationship with my yoga mat"-Michelle Amy.
"Thanks for checking on me today and thank you for an amazing class, summer back on my mat. I followed your advice and went back to what helped when I was young. I started writing away. I haven't written since before motherhood. Thank you!
"My mat knows me, the true me. The real-as-shit-can-get me. It has seen me at my best, worst, strongest, weakest, sweatiest, sanest and in the moments when I felt like I was completely losing my ever-loving mind. It pulls at my heart strings, grounds me, shakes me to my core, absorbs my fears, doubts, and at times, tears. It is where I push myself to face myself. My safe place that always catches me then catapults me right back up again. My mat does not take no for an answer and always sees through my bullshit. It is the place that is my space and mine alone. Its loyalty lies with me and only me, no ulterior motive. While its color or pattern or thickness may change, its commitment to me does not. My mat has supported me through failed relationships, stupid decisions, loss and gut-wrenching, how-will-I-ever-survive-this grief. It has guided me through new beginnings, major life changes, challenges and successes. For ten years it has been my mirror, my anchor, my refuge. Even when neglected, it always welcomes me back without judgment. Yes, my mat knows me, the real-as-shit-can-get me. And I am forever grateful."-Michelle Amy
Thank you Michelle for sharing. xoxoxox