I used to practice what I thought was yoga. Doing what I intellectually thought was right. Thinking about what it looked like.
I Forgot to feel.
Since I was so focused on the end result, which for me happened to be “advanced” asanas, physically challenging postures, I lost myself on the way there.
I did not cherish the beauty of presence, breathe, and movement.
I had no clue of the flow state, since I was still so wrapped up in my mind.
Still I spend quite sometime in the mind, and since I spend time with my breath more now, my mind is calmer.
Natural and organically my practice has shifted.
As I opened up to the curiosity and fascination for breath and how breath moves you, I feel the urge of sharing this.
I am totally amazed with how spending time with breath, being present in the rise and fall, the expansion and retraction in breath, slows down time.