
Knowing what I needed to release in my life allowed me a space to breathe. And when I began
to breathe again, I felt I could move. And when I began to move, I began to heal. I started slow. In the beginning I simply lay on the floor on my back and inhaled as I brought my arms up over my head, then exhaled as I brought them back down. Once I felt I could manage that, I began standing in Tadasana and inhaling my arms overhead, exhaling them to by heart center, over and over and over again. When the pain became too much, I would sit in sukhasana and simply concentrate on what my hands felt like as they rested on my knee. In time, healing came.
Breathing increased, movement increased, and a spaciousness in my heart and mind reappeared.
I share all this here because I want new mothers to know that even in the best of circumstances the road will be messy. You will go days without showering. You will eat countless take out meals. You will NOT write your novel. It is possible you will feel blue, even deeply sad. You may give up on your yoga practice. The good news is, it will NOT give up on you. It is there within you, loving you, and quietly waiting for you to return. It will not judge you for your feelings, how out of shape you may or may not be, how slumped your posture is from the weight of the world on your shoulders. The even better news is that, to your baby, you are simply perfect. They see you in all your suffering and beauty and they love you unconditionally. There is nothing more powerful and moving than the love of a baby for their mother. So breathe deeply, Mamas. Hug your baby close, and know that they were sent to support you on your path in life as much as you are tasked with supporting them in theirs.
Namaste


