04/08/2026
I started yoga while I was homeless. I mean really homeless—sleeping on the ground, on concrete.
After a coma and multiple gun incidents, I found myself evicted and on the streets. I had already started training, so I adjusted. I had to. I came across yoga through a church I was going to for resources. It started as chair yoga, but I used what I learned to help my body recover from sleeping on hard surfaces.
Every day I would wake up, do my push-ups, pull-ups, chin-ups. Yoga became the perfect complement. When it was freezing, I used it to keep circulation going, to fight stiffness. It wasn’t about flexibility—it was survival.
Then a murder happened a few feet from me.
The very next day, I took my first active yoga class.
At that point, it wasn’t about “regulation” or any of the language we use now. I didn’t know any of that. I just knew I needed a way to move through what I had just experienced. So I went. And I kept going. I spent hours in classes, learning, practicing. An hour in the morning, then again throughout the day.
A year ago, I got certified.
But here’s the part people don’t always understand:
Homelessness makes you feel invisible.
Even people who are trying to help don’t always see you. Others just see a problem. A situation. Not a person. People ask, “Why are you homeless?” and when you tell your story, sometimes it just… doesn’t land. Like it doesn’t register. I’ve even had people say, “Everyone has problems.”
And yeah—that’s true. But not everyone is navigating those problems while trying to survive outside, rebuild, and stay disciplined at the same time.
Yoga gave me a way to listen to myself when nobody else was.
Not to feel sorry for myself—but to actually understand what I needed. I’m a hard worker. I’m disciplined. I work on myself every day. I’ve had to rebuild more than once. I’ve seen things I wouldn’t wish on people. And I’ve seen how easy it is for people without a voice to be overlooked.
It takes real strength to train, to practice, and to keep showing up while dealing with that reality.
So my relationship with yoga isn’t about trends. It’s not about aesthetics. It’s not even religious for me.
It’s practical.
It’s how I create space for myself in public spaces.
It’s how I found options when I had no resources.
It’s how I stayed grounded when things could’ve easily taken me out mentally.
It’s not a magic solution—but it is a path. A real one.
Whatever you’re going through, you’ve got to find a way to be who you are.
You’ve got to find a way to listen to yourself—especially when others aren’t.
You’ve got to find your strength, especially when something is trying to take your agency from you.
I’m sharing this to encourage you.
Hardship isn’t rare. Life happens to everybody. But who you are and how you show up—that matters. How you see yourself matters even more than your circumstances.
People are strong. Resilient. But sometimes the noise of life makes it hard to see that.
Yoga helped me slow down enough to recognize it.
Sometimes it helps you assess.
Sometimes it just gives you a moment to appreciate.
And sometimes… it helps you let go.
- Karate Mane Jones