Yoga Life

Marta Julietta

How I found home in my yoga practice ↓ When I was living in London I stayed in many different places. One of them was this cosy 2 bed flat I shared with a lovely women – at least that was my impression when moving in. Initially we got along really well but over time she started picking on everything I was doing, observing and controlling my every move. I was supposed to stay there for a month. One week before, I sent her a kind message saying I didn’t particularly enjoy the atmosphere in the flat. A couple of hours later, she sent me back an essay pointing out everything I’ve done 'wrong' during the time we lived together and said I had to move out immediately that day. To put it simply, she kicked me out. I already had a place secured to move into but not for another week. So I did what every mature young women would do. I cried. Then I picked myself back up and soon was packing up my life into 2 suitcases, within 1 hour I had left to move out. I managed to get in touch with my new landlady to move in earlier but still had a few hours in the evening before I could arrive there. So I went to a yoga class, rolled out my mat and melted my heart onto it. In that moment, I felt like my life was falling apart, inside and out. The one thing that was keeping me from collapsing was a mat beneath my feet. As sad as it sounds, in that moment it brought me comfort amongst the darkness I was thrown into. Without having a home, I was home. ___________________________________ yoga journey | real talk | yoga mindset | nomad life #realyogajourney #yogastorytime #yogamindset #navigatingchange #yogalifestyle #darknightofthesoul #shadowworkhealing