My daily yoga practice has lost it’s mojo. I used to feel like the mat was home for me. I used to travel with a sticky mat wherever I went. I used to start each day with at least a modified sun salutation. After the holidays, I found myself struggling to make it to the mat at all. I opted for a run at the gym or weight lifting. I had fallen for a new and shiny practice, forgetting the deep satisfaction my yoga brings to my life. Like any long term relationship, a daily practice takes care and feeding to stay fresh. So, aptly, for February, the month of love, I will try to fall in love again with my daily practice. I am on day 3 so far and it feels like coming home. I am being realistic, not promising that I’ll spend 90 minutes, or even 30 on the mat each day. I will simply make asana a part of my day. Whenever and wherever it fits. I will attempt to chronicle this courtship via this blog, but I have only committed to one daily practice at at time. Blogging will have to stand in line behind yoga.

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