A NOTE FROM PIP: In today’s guest post, Rachel from itsahero.com shares her love for one of my most favorite objects in the world. As I come off the Wanderlust Festival, I can’t wait to share my similarly themed thoughts next week. But until then, thank you Rachel for these beautiful words!
I started yoga 6 years ago. In those 6 years I’ve gone through 4 yoga mats. I started with a basic Target yoga mat, it evolved to a Jade mat, then a Manduka Eko Lite, and then back to my beloved Jade.
Regardless of which mat I was using in those last 6 years, I’ve returned to it time and time again for the intense physical workout I get with my vinyasa practice; but I also find myself coming back for the unseen benefits – the psychological and emotional benefits.
Life can make my heart feel heavy and my emotions run wild. My mat has ended up being the place where I can let it all out. Where I can feel the release from all of it — life, that is.
Everything in the class – the teacher, the music, the other students – bring me back to reality; and the reality of it all is, life is happening now — so show up for it.
And as I lay in half pigeon, with my forehead on my mat, tears start to roll off my cheeks. Because I recognize that this is where I need to be; this is the release my life requires.
Yoga came into my life for a reason. Sure, it’s been a great way to stay fit, but it’s also the very thing my soul needs time and time again.
There are times that I step away from my mat because ‘life’ just gets too busy; too overwhelming. That’s been the case recently. And so last weekend I returned to a class at Yoga Bliss in Akron. As soon as I walked in I felt like I was coming home! As silly (and ridiculous) as that may sound, it’s the truth. There’s a reason that you hear (very) few people saying “I used to practice yoga.” Because once you invite yoga into your life, it stays there. Forever. You’ll never quit! It may change and evolve as you change.
This is why when I pick up my yoga mat, I can’t help but smile. It brings me instant joy. Only yogis can understand how much I’ll always love my mat.