The contours of all our virtues are shaped by adversity.

When I read that line in Shantaram {Gregory David Roberts} I felt removed from my gentle, relaxed state of blissed out reading and self indulgent absorbtion. I suddenly felt the blow of reality as I was swamped with a converge of situations that I myself {and my family}
had gone through.
When I started this blog I ultimately wanted it to be a place I could share my yogic journey, classes and insight gained from any recent workshops. I obviously took for granted that I have been on my yogic journey for 20yrs. Admittedly, I fell on and off for almost a complete decade of that time, but in totality the pieces were all falling together each and every year. With each and every choice I made, my stubborn Taurean ways were blunted down and outshone by the need to be safe and accepted. My need to be loved. Like most of us ~ I was blurred by adolescence and the deconstruction it can cause. The first significant adversity that started to create my contours was my mothers struggle with cancer. I was fearful and insignificant. My ignorance of the disease {albeit a taboo subject for me and my two older siblings} was crafted and meticulously calculated and covertly covered by the discovery of clubs and drugs. My numbing years had begun.
I am now choosing to begin the unravel of my adversities and knit them into my blog as I share my discovery of yoga and it's culitivation of all that I have become. All that I was and how I
continue to strive to be in control of these contours.
In the following months I will take you on journey.
My journey. Even if yoga isn't your thing, perhaps you have lived a similar journey or perhaps you have your own adversities to share. We all have something to share and I hope you find the avenue to bring yours to the light of day.