I am the fern, unfurling - Here I am Coming Out of YOGA

Trying to write my newsletter on Winter Pruning, but can't concentrate, so meanwhile, here is an old poem I wrote, it seems a life time ago...

Abbey Garden, Tresco, The Isles of Scilly

After a two days of working in pouring rain and strong winds I am off to yoga with Gem this morning, (@yogabryher) - so thought I’d share this old poem inspired by my years of classes with www.mindbodydance.co.uk. Stepping out into a new life takes a lot of energy. You are tired and fragmented. Scared. Unsure. But you always find there are people waiting for you there - new people, but somehow you know them, as if from another life, they were waiting for you here all the time. Life takes you, let life take you, let life happen. Thank you for reading.

Coming Out Of Yoga

I am coming out of yoga

Coming out lighter, taller

Here I am

I am back

Coming out of yoga

I left my body for a while

I was squashed, all in my head

for a long while

But then–

I went to yoga

And now I’m spreading my wings

Shaking off layers, letting go

of all those tight things

Look at me, I am here,

Brand new and brave - no longer afraid

Coming out of YOGA

I am growing - I am a wave

I am rising - up - up - up, pulling the ocean

in, in, in

Breathing - in - in - in

I am a wave, pushing forward,

to the shore, I arrive

Breathing - out - out - out

Coming into the beach, I am a wave

I am soaking into the sand, the earth is holding my hand

I am coming out of yoga

I am smooth, out-stretched and open,

like the shore - sweeping around the bay

In a long curved line, I am smiling, free and ready

Receiving

the wonders of a new day

I am the calm at the back of the beach

I am the blue water, quiet

lapping

I am the fine white sand

softening

I am the bright yellow sun

shining

Here I am, coming out of yoga

Head reaching to the sky, PROUD

My feet are on solid ground

My strong shoulders are down, down

Here I am, breathing, long and slow

Coming out of yoga

Heading inland, taking in the trees

drinking in the green

not racing across the Earth

I am still, steady

I am the fern unfurled

My roots are firm, in the world

Here I am - my body is one

COMING OUT OF YOGA

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