Graditude

This simply is a journal of my heart. Over the weekend I practiced at Center for Yoga, a studio in Detroit that I try to get to as often as I can. The Theme was "gratitude" and we ended the practice holding hands with our arms overhead. This small act reminded me the importance of people and how we all need each other and the interconnectedness we can share. I want to share my heart with other women and I hope you can find it in your heart to open to me. When I was holding these strangers hands, my arms grew heavy but I was not afraid to hold the strangers hands tight to my own and continue to lift my arms as high as I could. It was as if I was pouring my energy and love into them, devoid of the fear of rejection. I said to of myself "I have been selfish" drowning in my own confusion and because this, I am missing out on experiencing grace. I am missing small moments of perfection everyday.