I don’t know how many of you are aspiring Yogi’s, but often in class (or often in my favorite class with Tad Robichaux at The Hub in Santa Monica) the teacher will philosophize a bit about what Yoga practice is, what it means to us and to be practicing. Opening up and giving in are obvious themesĀ and very appropriate when later on it feels like my hip is about to burst out of its socket, but sometimes, the teacher speaks about something incredibly fitting, powerful and timely. This is the first time I’ve ever heard poetry by Anis Mogjani but… well… wow.
Its worth turning off the TV for, settling into your favorite chair (which exactly is where I now) and sitting with this for a few minutes. Its about the labels we call ourselves, or that we allow other people to call us by, and shake those things off, in favor of our authentic self.
Take a peek, let me know what you think.