I’ve been fast asleep to the truth of this phrase. Even though I’ve known the phrase since childhood, I’ve never connected the ways my own life has ‘grown fruit.’ It’s a phrase that has always remained slightly abstract, to me.
Until today.
As I stretched across the giant laundry pile on my bed, my core muscles tightened and held me in a way that felt supportive and beautiful.
‘This is because of yoga. I am standing in this odd, sideways, slanted pose, picking up a sock with ease… because my body KNOWS this. It has trained for this.’
And as I sit beside the crackling fire enjoying a well earned rest, I can see it for the first time: this is the fruit of my yoga tree. Fruit I have worked for, and sometimes struggled with (especially when I first began yoga, several years ago). I couldn’t be more proud.
I’ve written about Yoga several times on this blog, and there is a good reason for it. Like my creative ventures (writing and art) yoga has been not just an activity for me to enjoy, but a path to walk. A path of growth, a reach towards mastery of body and mind.
I am at a point in my life where I want to give it my all.
It just so happens that ‘giving it my all’ has made the laundry a more enjoyable chore. I did not expect that.
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