(originally published at https://holyyoga.net/blog)
Psalm 48:9 Within your temple, O God, we meditate on your unfailing love.
My yoga mat is a traveling sacred space. Sometimes it is placed on the hardwood floor of the YMCA, sometimes the striped carpet of my den, sometimes the Earth, beneath a canopy of leaves. My yoga mat is the place I go to breathe deeply and remind myself, “I’m still alive.” It’s the place I connect with God.
On my mat, I push my body to do things I’m quite sure I’m not able to do. It’s where I learn to accept that enough is simply enough. My mat tells me about who I am, and who I am becoming. On that mat, He reconciles the fragmented parts of me:
My yoga mat provides me with a space for healing--body, soul, and spirit--to wherever I carry it. It becomes my temple, my church, my altar--the place where I lay bare all of myself, before my God who accepts me, just as I am.
On my mat, He teaches me His LOVE.
Psalm 48:9 Within your temple, O God, we meditate on your unfailing love.
My yoga mat is a traveling sacred space. Sometimes it is placed on the hardwood floor of the YMCA, sometimes the striped carpet of my den, sometimes the Earth, beneath a canopy of leaves. My yoga mat is the place I go to breathe deeply and remind myself, “I’m still alive.” It’s the place I connect with God.
On my mat, I push my body to do things I’m quite sure I’m not able to do. It’s where I learn to accept that enough is simply enough. My mat tells me about who I am, and who I am becoming. On that mat, He reconciles the fragmented parts of me:
My mind that races,
and He says, “Be still.”
My body that says, “I can’t.”
He says, “Try--and know my strength.”
My heart lies broken,
and He says, “Accept that you are loved.”
My yoga mat provides me with a space for healing--body, soul, and spirit--to wherever I carry it. It becomes my temple, my church, my altar--the place where I lay bare all of myself, before my God who accepts me, just as I am.
Incomplete,
yet growing.
Broken,
but being made whole.
Blossoming,
but not yet in full bloom.
On my mat, He teaches me His LOVE.
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