Your Practice…

It’s taken me a few mishaps to understand “practice” in its purest form. The softer part of me knows we don’t practice to perfect, the more vulnerable part of me is still learning how to live by this.

When I was learning yoga, I endured hundreds of 90 minute classes in an extremely hot room to the point of hypermobility. When I was learning how to meditate, I silenced myself for 10 days on Vipassana and thought I’d lost my marbles a few times.

When I had my first born, I declared “breast milk only, followed by organic mush and please, just wooden toys…”..

I’m learning to go easier on myself. It took some over active adrenals and a lot of honest inner work to really see how hard I can be.

I know I’m not alone with this phenomenon, we’re raised in a highly competitive culture.

Sometimes the practice is purely about seeing how caught up we might be in a high-achiever way of life.

And stepping back.

Going easy.

Eating the ice cream.

Playing hookie.

Embodying the teachings of letting go and allowing this softness to uplift our lives and as a result, our loves around us.

Love,

Leanne xoxo