The Sexy Art of Letting Go

Posted by on Feb 15, 2016 in Yoga Me Sexy

The Sexy Art of Letting Go

Yoga studios are sexy.  Especially mine.

Log walls from the 1890’s. Wood heat. A full moon rising over the mountains painted on the north wall. Winter sun streaming in the windows from the south.  This is what it looked like last week right before I taught a beautiful class on letting go.

before greg yoga studio

The theme turned out to be so appropriate because within eight hours my man had my studio looking like this:

.messy yoga studio

That’s river gear for a self support kayak trip down the Grand Canyon .  This means he is leaving me for two weeks to be with her.

Ah the river.  My nemisis.  My muse.

I’ve been working on this issue for twelve years ~writing about it, meditating with it, churning it through my yoga practice and just when I think I’ve got it all figured out, he fills my yoga studio in the middle of the winter with river gear.

I am left to walk my yoga teacher’s talk.

I am left to let him go.




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