"Since beginning to study Theatre in college, and immersing myself in a life that consisted of auditions, rehearsals, performances and work, I had lost the ability to be still."


Until recently, I could never have said that I loved my body, naked or clothed. For a long time there was something about it that just disconcerted me. Being generally quite hard on myself, I have always been very quick to locate and scrutinise any flaws or imperfections it may hold. At times it’s felt as though we’re enemies; I’ve deprived it of the food it craves, forced it to exercise until it aches, punished it for not being leaner or more proportioned, and it has refused to conform. It wasn’t until this year that I figured out how to end this push/ pull relationship I had somehow formed with myself.


I began yoga only last year during a semester abroad in the south of France. It was always something I had wished to practice, and this temporary change in lifestyle allowed me to do so. From the moment I began the sessions something just clicked inside me. During each weekly session I became increasingly and pleasantly surprised at what my body was capable of and how far I could push it. I felt a connection with my body for the first time, impressed by its stamina, and proud that it was mine. Yoga became my time to feel alive, loved and free. It provided a natural high, and an inner peace and serenity I had never been capable of accessing before. I became obsessed with every aspect of it and the lifestyle surrounding it; I cleaned up my diet, loaded up on herbal teas, and committed to exploring and addressing my naked body a lot more. Effectively, beginning my yoga journey marked a new way of being with my body. I no longer saw it as an enemy or a stranger; rather it was something to be loved, nurtured and explored.


Shortly after beginning my journey as a Yogi, I decided to extend my bodily awareness by beginning to practice Mindfulness. Since beginning to study Theatre in college, and immersing myself in a life that consisted of auditions, rehearsals, performances and work, I had lost the ability to be still. I became accustomed to running from one place to another, busying myself so much that I didn’t even have time to think. It took taking a step back from this to realise how little I was in tune with my body and mind, and how much of my days were being spent with me functioning on autopilot. Meditating and living mindfully gently introduced me into living every day with awareness, positivity and curiosity, leaving leaves self deprecation and self scrutiny behind. Meditating involves scanning the body and mind, listening and responding to every sensation that you may encounter. Like yoga, it’s taught me how to be in tune and at one with my body.


Presently, it feels imperative to slot both practices into my daily routine; using yoga in the mornings to wake me up and allow me embrace the day ahead, and mindfulness meditation in the evenings to empty my head of negativity, effectively inhaling the future, exhaling the past. The nature of yoga and mindfulness are to shine a light into the darkest corners of your body and your mind; to form a fond and intimate relationship with your body; I think that’s why I’ve grown such an affinity with it, and why both will probably always be a part of my life.
















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