Friday lovely Friday! I started my morning with yoga and one of my favourite types of breakfast: gluten-free bread, cream cheese and cucumber with lime, salt and pepper. A very “Hanna-breakfast”, as Saif would tell me.
I’m not a yogi or anything, even though I’d love to be one one day. I barely ever do yoga, but on the days I do, I feel like a different human being on more levels than one. When I moved to India, I used to go for yoga classes with this woman from New Zealand. She used to tell us to dedicate our yoga practice to something or someone–preferably something tiring or emotionally draining, to give that part of you the strength and support it needs to deal with it through your yoga.
I find it a truly a beautiful way to deal with pain–channeling all your inner physical and mental energy & strength to a struggling part of you. I used to end every session in secret tears and rush out of there to avoid having to explain myself (the most amazing thing about being surrounded by this type of crowd though–no one asks you to explain yourself, they just let you do you).
Point is, yoga hits me right in the heart, in the most loving way possible.
When I grow up, I want to be a yogi!