12/19/2025
Lately I’ve been reflecting on my 20+ year relationship with yoga, and how much it’s changed.
Not just how I teach or practice it, but what the word even means to me anymore.
Sometimes I feel disillusioned with the yoga world. It’s not what it was when I started. Not what it was ten years ago. Definitely not what it was pre-COVID. My very human brain wants to sort all of that into “good” and “bad.”
But the longer I live with yoga philosophy, the more I see how sneaky that habit is.
Labeling things good or bad is often just my mind trying to feel in control.
And the truth is, the only thing I really have any say over is this moment.
Right now.
Yes, movement can help us land here.
Meditation can help.
Breath can help.
But I keep wondering what happens when we strip away the methods and let ourselves be present without trying to accomplish anything.
Not checking something off.
Not “doing it right.”
Not turning presence into another task.
So I’ve been experimenting with very ordinary things:
– reading and noticing how quickly my mind wants to wander
– watching slow, peaceful shows without grabbing my phone
– cooking without a podcast, music, or background noise
It feels strangely vulnerable. And very alive.
And definitely - VERY YOGA.
I wrote a blog post about finding more slowness along with a really yummy recipe. I'll put the link in the comments.
