Movement is life. Its dynamic flow, its creative pulse. Yet sometimes it becomes difficult or impossible—due to injuries, illness, lockdowns, or other forms of confinement.
The challenge, I believe, is then to connect with movement itself. This is what the path of yoga invites us to do: a healthy, direct connection with the beating of the heart, the rustling of thoughts, the flow of emotions, and the movement of our senses toward the world around us. This past month, I’ve had to reconnect with my yoga—not through the body, but through the heart. An inner posture that takes the form of an openness to my humanity. A path to the self that is also an act of rebellion against the demands of performance. Allowing myself to be just as I am, not turning yoga into a tool for managing my life or optimizing my abilities—but making it an inner gesture of acceptance.
The path is a path toward oneself; the movement is a movement toward oneself—and it is only under this condition that it can also be a movement toward others.