finding a whole lotta sweetness in slower moments. learning about gardening and beekeeping and things that make my heart feel both calm and excited. feeling like i’m growing too alongside my little veggie seedlings 🌱
🍯 she’s a (bee) keeper.
seek joy. 🕊
today was a reminder of why i’m pretty darn lucky to call this place home.
“practice and all is coming”. 🕊 every day i fall more in love with yoga and everything that word means. arriving daily on my mat and leaving with the fullest heart. a place to come home to over and over again. to feel both humbled and expanded. practicing with newfound strength and sweetness and surrender. but more importantly, the more i learn the more this practice unfolds off the mat. understanding the physical postures are the tiniest expression of all that yoga truly has the potential to be. learning to live the practice from the inside out. the awareness i’ve found in my physical practice seeping into little moments of the rest of my day. just like in the poses, asking myself “where can i soften? where can i breathe more?”. 🌿
instructions — be sweet to yourself. 🍯
grateful for these trees and this place, but man being home ain’t easy. i’ve been reminding myself of the words “to hate is a lazy thing”, because i’ve done a lot of that here. this place has hardened me in the past. in ways that travel always seems to soften. i know there’s only so much you can blame on a place, but it’s hard for me to intercept this unconscious reaction of hardening and closing off a little, becoming a little less present and heart-centred. it’s weird to feel such a huge disconnect between the version of myself here and out there. working on shifting this story of it all being “hard” and instead seeing the potential for growth in love and grace. learning that it’s in fact a beautiful thing to be shown all the places you still need to grow into. leaning into the discomfort of growth as being such a huge part of the process. learning to be both in my heart and here. 🌿
found on a winter afternoon walk. 🕊