acros·tic  noun \ə-ˈkrȯs-tik

A series of lines or verses in which the first, last, or other particular letters when taken in order spell out a word or phrase.

by Ginny Taylor

Breathing deeply and fully into our bellies, we inhale that which gives us life. Without our in-breath, we cease to exist. Our heart breaks. Our mind collapses. Noticing our breath honors our breath.

Reaching the crown of our head skyward, we sit on the earth, tailbone rooted down, shoulders relaxed away from our ears. Our chest expands, our heart opens, our breathing begins to quiet our mind. We ground ourselves in this present moment, this mat, this body, this now.

Exhaling we stand tall reaching arms upward. Our heart lifts, energy shifts, old ways of being tremble and melt as our hands come together at our heart’s center.

Moving through Asanas, or postures, we listen to and honor our bodies. Even the tight hamstrings, the quivering biceps, the differing sensations between the right and left sides of our body.  Some days we touch our toes. Other days, we can’t. Tomorrow, maybe we will. It’s all imperfect. It’s all enough.

Twisting to one side, gently we hold and exhale. We feel our spine realign. A rush of freshly oxygenated blood greets our internal organs. Our insides smile.

Healing of the body and mind is yoga’s purpose. It’s never been about competing with our neighbors who might be able to hold Tree pose without losing balance.  It’s never been about competing with ourselves, flexing forward, forcing our nose to our knees. It’s about being who we are in this moment. It’s about being. It is being.

Exhaling, we release everything that no longer serves us—our worries, fears, failures, and endless to-do lists. Emptied, we inhale self-acceptance, non-judgment, self-compassion, and wonder. Always wonder. Wonder over how such simple movements offer us such life-changing gifts.