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Listening to our bodies...connecting to our bodies..

Writer: Colleen M. DoumengColleen M. Doumeng

Some of you may know that I have committed this entire year to practicing yoga on the mat. Another tool in my self care toolbox to help me love and be kinder to myself. My decision came about because I “listened” to my body. I “heard” my body say, be more gentle. More aware. That and I wanted to get out more into life over this northeastern winter. I’ve gone every week since I started my challenge and my experiences have been profound. The belief that I couldn’t do yoga has finally been deleted.

At the end of the class yesterday as I laid there in that final pose with the fancy name, the teacher came over and sensed that I needed something. She gently placed sandbags on both my hands for grounding. I remember feeling in the moment so moved by her random act of kindness. The next thing I felt was a sob coming up from somewhere deep within me. Now mind you I had no “conscious” thoughts of sadness in that moment. However, as I AM finally learning and now experiencing, we truly do hold our past in every cell of our body. Another example of "when the student is ready...." I was able to control the sob but not the tears. I let them flow just as I teach my students during private meditation sessions. Tears are healing. Next thing I experienced was this amazing intuitive teacher sliding ever so softly a tissue box over in my direction. Wrapping up the teacher shared this poem. It cracked me open even more deeply so I had the courage to ask her for it so I could share with my friends ~ here’s her response. I’m not just doing yoga on the mat~ or healing and letting go of what no longer serves me. I am falling in love with me and you.


“Lovely to see and be with you today, Colleen,

Thanks for coming and being real.


Here’s the poem:

“Today I asked my body what she needed,

Which is a big deal

Considering my journey of

Not Really Asking That Much.

I thought she might need more water.

Or protein.

Or greens.

Or yoga.

Or supplements.

Or movement.

But as I stood in the shower

Reflecting on her stretch marks,

Her roundness where I would like flatness,

Her softness where I would like firmness,

All those conditioned wishes

That form a bundle of

Never-Quite-Right-Ness,

She whispered very gently:

Could you just love me like this?

Author: Hollie Holden

✌🏾&❤️”

Love your body. I love you. Love yourself 🙏 Namaste~

 
 

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