I started practicing yoga because I craved movement, but I couldn’t get myself to do it as any kind of rigid regimen. I was a terrible athlete. No really. Core strength, what? I guess my lucky Karma got my off the dead-end elliptical routine that I could never have sustained and into a relationship with my yoga mat. When my practice began, it was all about how my body looked. But gradually, I began to understand that yoga couldn’t really be looked at, but instead had to be felt, inside out. Continuing to show up on my yoga mat for practice, has taught me that the space I get to move around in my own skin lets me do the more important work: calming my mental energy and freeing my spirit. This is why I keep showing up.