Power Flow

October 25, 2014

I was off the mat for too long.

After a few weeks of successfully eating well and of exercising my core I finally found myself in a power flow class. At the end I was too exhausted to even fully enjoy ballet leg. It was so challenging, but at the the very end in resting pose I felt so incredible. I feel more in tune with me again. I think I’m going to do a yin class tomorrow. Perfect way to end a weekend!



Sometimes I really wish I could go back 20 years and retrieve my ideas, inspirations, creativity, dreams… I wish I could retrieve that spark I had that was only starting to form and grow when I was just a little girl. It kept growing. It kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. I had so many powerful emotion vibrating deep inside of me. But the older I get the duller it all becomes. As dreams become within my grasp the less sweet they taste. The more able I am at making a difference at anything the less I care. And worst of all – where I was once patient and kind I’ve become jaded and rushed.

Where do I go to revive the health of my soul? I want to feed my spirit and rediscover the sort of joy that used to send shivers down my spine. But I don’t even know where to start. And I’m scared that at the very end I’ll look into the mirror and realize that I’ve become what I’ve always feared the most. The bitterest and loneliest woman I’ve ever known … kind of like the lead character from the Stone Angel… or more like my nana.

As I grow apart from old friends and fail to relate to my family I have to ask myself what have I done? And how do I undo it before I get too cold and too far away?