Covered in garbage sludge and grease, smelling of road debris and post yoga sweat, I’m not your clean and fancy yogi.
I have had the same 6 pairs of yoga pants and tops in my travel pack worn over the last six months.
I carry with me now, just a backpack.
I sometimes can only sink wash my cloths.
My biggest purchases are vegan/organic food and kangen water.
Its who I am in a nutshell. I won’t sugarcoat it for you. I won’t pretend I’m something I’m not. I won’t keep face or keep clean if it wasn’t in the cards for that day. I’m grossed out by very little and I can take a heavy story with stride.
I’m not here to show you the fancy cloths or the perfect skin. I don’t offer up the perfect advice or the most beautiful poses.
All I have is me. The trash kid who prefers to live in a car off $200 a month. This women in her 30s travels with the care of a high school boy.
And that’s what I seek from my peers and my friends.
Show me you, not who you think the you I want to see is.
Ill never disregard your brilliance, your beauty, or your potential.
I won’t take your bad dreams literally or your negative self talk as worthy information.
I won’t settle for the person you think you are.
I’ll settle for the person you know to be true.
I’ll take the words you wish you didn’t say and hear the words you meant to speak.
I’ll bask in your light and believe in your glory.
You aren’t more than you know. You know that you’re more.
When enthusiasm is low, notice.
When drama is high, notice.
When decisions are hard, notice.
When options are many, notice.
I’m the type of person that makes a decision, decides I’m going to do it and does it. Then changes my mind ten times and actually goes through with each mind change decision until I land on the right feeling.
No, this is not the path of least resistance but I just have to know for myself 🤷♀️
I am action, motion, and determination making the choice to be a watcher, observer, and receiver.
Witnessing your Self vs. self in every situation allows the reception of conclusion with out the mind chatter of delusion.
Motos and meteors, hammocks and hangs.
I love you all but being free from my phone for just a weekend felt amazing.
Take a break to lay in the grass and look at the stars, babes✨
Back on the schedule in Chicago tomorrow!
Its the essence of my gratitude practice, to truly step back from me, close my eyes and look in to see exactly how miraculous this life is.
My most recent life event has opened my eyes to the clouds I never thought I had. And I realized this is just how life will be. Everything seems clear and then things shift making our sight more precise. As a human, the healing, evolving, and learning will never end and it’s perfect.
I get to do this life. I refuse to waste it.
Feeling receptive. Ready for you and ready for me.
We are divinely lit when we get out of our own way and move with gratitude. Take time and forget time. All we have is now, don’t cloud it with useless interruptive thought.
I’m unapologetically me but I know when to say I’m sorry.
I’m opinionated and outspoken but I know how to listen.
I’m a critical dreamer and believer but I know when to let the un-manifest go.
I use what I have to get what I don’t but I’m not kickin ass and taking names.
It has taken me a long time to understand my personality traits and preferences, and even longer to tame the habits and tendencies they lend me to. Loud and loving, rigid yet flexible- my seeming malfunctions won’t land me taking anyone down but myself.
I saw someone post recently about how great they looked and felt and had not stepped foot in the gym for the last 10 years. All from yoga.
Amongst my many reactions and first thoughts about the post, I decided to share with you my always necessary reflections on past thoughts and judgements.
I am the laziest fit person you’ll ever meet. I love things that make me feel alive (nature/breath), I love things that settle me deeper in my being (meditation/asana), and I love feeling my poster and speaking my truth (long holds/powering through). But when I read that post I worried that how continually I talk about these things that it could be discrediting other peoples journeys towards health and fitness.
So just to clear it up, I am lazy in the way that I don’t like to pick things up and put them down simply for a fit body or strength but I am, because of my personality type and my choice need to be tricked into being fit by my search for god, truth, and self love.
So here I am not in a gym but inspired by this who can and do step into their health regimen everyday.
#yougo ! #yoga#giannayoga#tattooedyogi#health
“I’ll deal with you!”
What made me keep practicing yoga was this feel. It felt like the practice told me itself, I’m strong enough to deal with you until you can deal with yourself.
It held and lifted me and presented a community of misfits who cared about healing.
We are messy little bundles of stuff. All it takes is that one warm hug to hold you up until you can hold yourself high.
One of my favorite teachers said, “ i’m here to be your teacher not to be your friend.” I 100% got it, I get it, and I appreciated him saying that.
I stand in the room to give you what needs to come through, the good the bad and the ugly. I don’t sugar coat or pepper you with lies or BS. I give what’s needed not whats wanted which isn’t for everyone’s pallet.
I tell you what I see, I tell you possibility, I give you what I didn’t even know I had to give you. I’m not here to hang out, take you to dinner, or make you feel loved. I’m coming from love, I’m coming with light, and holding space for you to love yourself, to see yourself, and to practice expectation free.
It’s real talk, hard to hear, but...
I love you like a student not like a friend.
Someone asked me the other day if I like my body. “You have done so much work on it, do you like it now?”
I thought it was a great question with insight to how people see body modification and tattoos.
Yea I like my body because it works hard for me and it’s really impressive, but I have always had a hard time with how I’m shaped.
I use to hate my body because it didint look how all the models or people you see representing beauty looked.
I’m short, I’ve been called “more Incredible Hulk than wonder women,” and I have a lot of youth remembered blows that took away the belief that I could be beautiful.
To me, my body is a piece of art. Something that makes me feel different emotions depending on the day. Something that gets me places and shows me things. But honestly, my shape is something I don’t look at. The size of my limbs, the shape of my belly, my height or width. The body is strength, a manifestation of mental, emotional, and spiritual health.
It’s easy to become obsessed with the shape instead of interested in the body.
I chose not to be bothered with the insecurities that plague the superficial and chose mental emotional and spiritual health because I love my body.
Grow with the flow.
When you’re ripe enough to just fall off the tree, splat all over the ground, and be eaten by ants, you trust the universe knows your limits and is time to change them.
Whether it’s death or childbirth, loss or parenting, our limits are tested. We are asked to widen our capacity to love with every monumental life move.
How aligned can you stay with truth and compassion for yourself and the world around you?
There are a million different things in this life we “have to do” and things we could do wrong. Your yoga practice does not have to be where those exist.
Friday at 6pm @105fhotyoga WP you will step on your mat, be influenced by music and cueing, be asked to move while blindfolded and encouraged to dig deep into your energy system and really work with each chakras guidance to free your Self fully.