Edge Insider: At Home in My Yoga

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Life Yoga

Carly Stong & Life Yoga

At Home in My Yoga

By Carly Stong

As a yoga teacher and active member of my local and global yogic communities, I am always seeking to deepen my knowledge. I often look in yoga-based magazines, books and online resources to expand or grow my personal practice and, by extension, what I offer as a teacher. While this continual search has lead me to some of the most profound experiences of my life, it has also lead me to discover some misunderstandings of yoga as a trend – a branded yoga, a sexualized yoga, a fashionable yoga, and a yoga for “losing those stubborn 10 lbs. FAST!”. It has also lead me to question where I fit in the yogic world because I do not see many bigger bodied yogis in the images representing yoga.

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This is not the yoga that I know. This is not the yoga that I crawl to on my knees for salvation in my darkest hour, or the yoga that fills me with light and freedom. My yoga can’t be ‘selfied’. It is not owned by a corporation. It is not better than or worse than.

The yoga I know is me, at home in my body, in this moment. My yoga is inclusive, welcoming, and liberating. She enables me to live fully and love deeply. To be as grounded in the ebb as I am in the flow.

Once, I lost touch with my yoga. I neglected our relationship and allowed myself to be caught up in the rush of my day-to-day life. You see, my practice does not always mirror back to me the lovely and blissful. It can reflect back to me what is tortuous, unrelenting, ugly and uncomfortable within me, such as the need to face my fears of change. It seemed easier to keep busy rather than be accountable to the steady beat of my own heart, guiding me to make these ‘scary’ changes that would keep me on my truest path. I missed my yoga at first, but it gradually got easier to get swallowed up by the hypnotic siren virus that is busyness.

Then, I took myself to The Edge, deep into nature. Cutting off from technology and creature comforts, I had nothing to busy myself with. There, in pre-dawn blackness that was so deep it swallowed and filled me all at once, I was silent enough to hear her softly calling to me. I dove into a darkness so thick that I could not see my own hand held at the tip of my nose…

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This morning I awake before the sun in the deep woods.
The darkness is my fresh canvas:
free of judgement or expectation. Limitless and inviting.

I stand and bare myself to the shadows.
Unclothed in my fullness.
Shieldless, I step onto my yoga mat to practice
robed only in Father Moon’s dark veil.

I rise and fall in rhythm with my breath.
No eyes cast their gaze upon me, but my vision has never been clearer.
Free of the chains of cloth, I am boundless.
A bird on a breeze.

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My eyes see only black.
They have no impact upon my perception.
There is only touch, sound and a feeling.
Without eyes, I see myself.

As the sun appears, I realize that I am no longer ‘in nature’.
I am nature.
The depth of this truth beams from within me
a light brighter than the morning’s dawn.

Alone and dressed in nothing but the night, I found my true yoga again. Alone, I could not hear any voice telling me that my body isn’t right, doesn’t fit or isn’t beautiful. I could not see with my physical eyes; I could only feel with the eyes of my heart. I saw my truest self without vision. I knew her. I was her.

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I am overwhelmed with love and gratitude for my body because this body brings my yoga to me. My body is a full-fledged bootylicious miracle! This is the body that my parents, two people I love so much, created just for me. These chubby legs ran after my brothers, thighs rubbing against each other with every stride.

These sausage fingers helped deliver a baby, for crying out loud! This is the abundant body that my fiancee fell in love with. The round face that my community resonates with. The flabby arms that will embrace my children. Each time I come to my mat and move this body, I am reminded of just how grateful I am to have my body.

I believe, everyone’s yoga is waiting for them, even for those who will never step foot on a yoga mat in their entire lives. Your yoga is in the home of you. Your life is your yoga.

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How to come home to your yoga:

Close your eyes and enter the silence of your heart. Feeling the eyes of your heart opening, explore the question:
* I wonder what it would be like to be at home in my body?
* What does being at home in my body feel like, sound like, smell like, taste like, look like?
* What can I release in my daily life to create more space for being at home in my body?
* What is a place I can visit, or an activity I can do that helps me be at home in my body, even if it is just for five minutes a day?

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Upcoming: Yoga Retreats

Kundalini Yoga Retreat

with Devinder Kaur June 5 – 7

Replenish & Rise Up! Yoga Retreat for Bigger-Bodied Women

with Carly Stong June 12 – 15

Quest for Balance Retreats

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July 2 – 5 and July 31 – August 3

Celebration and Self-Care Yoga Retreat

with Carly Stong July 10 – 13

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