Yoga Truths — A Poem

An instructor's thoughts from the mat

Photo by Fabian Møller on Unsplash

I lost my mat, the ground is wet, there might be bugs, for this I fret.

My teacher does it this way, why can't you teach the same?

I forgot my new water bottle and for this, I have much shame.

"Those leggings are from Wal-Mart! How embarrassing for her!"

Mine are Lululemon, nothing less for me procured.

I eat my kale and chant all day how dare you interrupt my ways.

But this my friends is not the way, listen, let me plead my case...

We breathe
We move
We talk
We hug
We pray
We hope
We dream
We love

This is yoga, real and pure.

Kristen Crisp is a longtime yoga instructor who resides in Guatemala with her husband, two official cats, and several unofficial freeloader stray cats waiting for a vacancy. Their mission, www.feedingfaith.org helps impoverished and malnourished families in eastern Guatemala. Check us out for more information or to donate.

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