Practice, an activity that one undertakes as one imbibes air or other essential nourishment, is, for me, an intensely personal experience. Private, even; intimate. I could perhaps add: isolated. As an only child, and later, in a three and a half decade marriage where I was alone a lot, I didn’t realise how isolating the experience of Practice could be.
Solo. Alone. Breath by breath, asana by asana, sensation by sensation, conscious moment by conscious moment. On my mat, in my body. With my self.
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