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Remembering myself

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything on this blog, so why bother restarting now? Because something has changed, shifted, moved and I’m not exactly sure what, and this blog is a way of surfacing those barely formed …bodythoughtfeelings.

Everyday there is the practice of yoga, even if it’s for a few minutes of quiet breathing in the morning. My body no longer craves the high-octane, high-intensity workouts that I once thrived on, just as I no longer crave the high-octane work I did for so long. What I do now I do out of my own curiosity and not to fulfill some idea of me. Is this the letting go of ego? I dunno. I just know I can’t go back because I no longer care to give my energy to ideas that do not matter.

So here I am.

In some respects this is a well-trodden path and yet it is unique because it is within me — an uncharted territory. I am more sure and yet I have no idea where I am going. ¬†As the poem from Adrienne Rich begins: “A wild patience has taken me this far.”

I have so much more to give and the moment to give is now.

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  1. Saqib Ali says

    Orthogonally relevant garfield comic:

    (had to share this)

  2. Rani H. Gill says

    That is perfect! That is exactly where I’m at!!! Great to hear from you – hope you are well.

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