Yesterday I taught my first CHILLshop yoga session since Oye’s birth.
A month ago I believed no one would come to yesterday’s session because no one would be interested, because who wants to rest and be still, because I needed to work on my visibility and messaging, because I’d been gone on maternity leave—-because because (I was on a maddening hamster wheel)
Two weeks ago I was anxious and convinced that I should forget the whole CHILL thing. It can’t be photographed, ain’t fancy, and will not get my or your abs together.
One week ago I didn’t know if I could show up and hold space for others because generally my heart, head, and hands are over flowing with baby rolls, spit, and mini human stuff these days.
The Saturday before I reviewed the plans and sequences I’d created and felt surprisingly unprepared.
The morning of I felt sick.
The hour before, I was sweating in an air-conditioned room as me, Jemar, and Oye set up the practice space at evolation yoga atlanta.
15 minutes before I lost my voice and started silently praying.
10 minutes before I sat outside staring at my notes and plans.
5 minutes before I carefully tucked my notes away and continued to pray.
1 minute before I scrapped my well-made plans and pushed my notes aside. They were a distraction.
And so I began. I opened my mouth and really, nothing came out.
I paused. Inhaled. the room exhaled.
Grace tiptoed in and sat herself right up on my mat . She held me+my doubt. She brought with her a humble knowing- all of that became my voice.
so I began again with the next breath.
13 years into practicing yoga, 9 years into teaching and— 3 months away from all of that.
I am not who I was. She cannot return. So I begin, again. building- from the mud up again.
Thank you. to every single person who showed up yesterday.
As I held space for you, you held space for me to be muddy and sit with doubt, knowing, reverence and humility for this- a new beginning.
Yesterday, your presence whispered Amazing Grace to me.