And that’s when everything changed.
It didn’t take much but a gentle voice whispering from deep down inside that decided to speak up during a walk to day 18 of my 40 days of yoga adventure, “Stop denying your dreams.”
Whoa! What the heck? I was stunned and awestruck. Of course my small self tried to rise with a, “Who me? I never deny my dreams, I’m a go-getter,” rebutttle. But she was quickly put right back in her place with a thunderous well of emotion manifesting in the fall of a single tear landing heavily on my cheek. It was as if that flood of heavy energy I invited to sit for a while finally decided it had sat long enough and it wrapped itself up tightly in a bath of water and salt and pushed itself out.