Living in Yoga

Living in Yoga

Yoga and meditation. These practices are like breath to me. They anchor my spirit, restore my nervous system, and remind me who I am.

And yet… even the thought of getting on the mat feels exhausting.

Still, I know this: I am in yoga. Even now.
I am living the yoga of stillness, of self-study, of surrender.

This is Svadhyaya—self-inquiry.
This is Tapas—perseverance through discomfort.
This is Ishvarapranidhana—trustful surrender.

And this is non-performative. I am not proving my worth through poses. I am not seeking approval. I am simply being in yoga.

Right now, yoga shows up in simpler ways:

• Breath awareness before sleep
• Legs up the wall in silence
• A hand on my heart in the morning
• The courage to cry
• The discipline to rest

Yoga, writing, and painting are my true north. But I cannot show up for them all. Right now, writing leads the way. Yoga will return. Painting is already here.

Yoga is not something I do.
Yoga is something I remember.