In the Fire
I stand ablaze in the fire of mothering two toddler boys.
With hardly a moment to call my own (even on the toilet), my ambitions are blissfully reduced to ash and trampled under the needs of my sons.
To call me a yogini is laughable as the stiffness of my back and haziness of my mind will attest. Yet I sense the purpose of this time of intensity as part of my yogic journey.
At no other time have I been offered greater opportunity to experience physical pain, endure sleeplessness, have the limits of my patience and mental stability bombarded, and find immense joy in the smallest word and gesture. I have experienced no mirror more powerful for self-analysis than my own sons.
When I return to the mat I will be carrying a few more pounds but I’ll be stronger and psychologically leaner. My body will soon reflect that.
Candace Magnuson is a college-educated housewife and mother of two small boys. She has been building a foundation for a yoga practice for some time and has earned certifications in Ayurveda and Massage Therapy. She also dabbles a bit with the written word.
Editor: Edith Lazenby
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