Learning with Swans
prayers and wishes written on miniature torri gates at the Fushimi-Inari shrine in Kyoto. You know every time I become arrogant about my yoga journey : physical or spiritual, life throws a challenge at me and I'm back to being what I should've been in the first place : humble. If I celebrate and go to town about some cool looking asana I have cracked or have come close to cracking, my knee will start to ache or my tendinitis will re-surface and I'll have to take a step or two back and not go deeper while knowing that I can. Similar with life. This year has been tough. Tougher than the last couple of years for me personally. And each time I thought I was close to getting out of this rut, I would be pulled right back into it. Life had turned from a series of ups and downs to downs and deeper downs and deepest downs. And I'm not exaggerating. At many instances through this year, I literally would lay in bed in the mornings and purposely miss my morning train and henc