I remember it as though it was last night. I’m reeling and shaking on the floor in the fetal position with a tasty mixture of snot and tears spreading over my body; it’s 4am, I’m 25, and I’m alone. I’m done. My temple is destroyed and I want out.
Yoga teaches the body is our temple and 17 years ago this month I began the life-long process of renovating mine. Within a month of the above-mentioned night, I headed west to Colorado to live with mom (another article, another time!), heal my body and tackle the job of recovery that continues to demand more honesty and willingness then I ever knew I was capable of.
Renovations of any sort require effort, discipline and patience – virtues I strive to weave throughout my practice and my life. Where I once sought to slowly annihilate this amazing and precious gift of human birth, I now embrace every opportunity to make living amends with my body; hence the vegetarian diet, organic food, and daily yoga practice.
While I am incredibly grateful for this opportunity of restoration, I hope I never forget those days that are now so far behind me. Anything worth doing at all is worth doing well, right? This body is my temple, my sanctuary. It’s an honor and privilege to tend to it everyday.