I have always been a mover. Literally and metaphorically, I have always been on-the-go and changing and looking for the next place to grow my roots. Case in point: my first six months of maturity leave were bliss--total new-mommy bliss. But, soon, I started to want more. I wanted more for myself. I wanted to grow and deepen my journey of self-expansion and connection to something much bigger than myself.
Moving is creating. And it is when we change, shed old skin, that momentum is built and brings forth a new path for us to explore. Enter my heart project, my Growing Roots Yoga. Simply put, it is a way to keep myself moving and to share that experience with others.
The beauty of this project is that it needs nothing from me, but the force of momentum from others and the trust that the universe works to make all things come together at the time and place they were meant to. All I need to do is simply breath and release myself from any attachments to outcomes and understand that ultimate control over a project does not foster the grassroots movement it needs and desires.
Ahh, to exhale, release and simply be.