#WeListen&WeDontJudge

I'm pretty sure I started writing this poem in 2021 and finished it in September 2024.

I'm sharing this with you today because this poem comes from a special place in my heart and I feel like it speaks to the fact that through the many seasons of my life since 2013, yoga has been that constant practice for me that brings me back in.

Enjoy.

An Ode to My Yoga Mat

By Gabrielle Delayne

Each time I choose to step on my yoga mat, I arrive home.

My yoga mat greets me with a new moment.

A fresh start.

A breath of fresh air.

My feet meet the surface of Planet G

And carves out the time for me to find peace.

Challenge. A time to learn. 

Explore where my boundaries lie.

What is my motivation?

What’s keeping me alive?

It reminds me to forgive. To find grace.

The holder of secrets, my pain,

Joy.

Confusion.

A safe place to love 

Myself…

The self who doesn’t feel worthy and the self who feels a little too worthy. 

Still, it doesn’t judge.

It supports me.

Holds me.

Knows the sound of my breath.

The smell of my skin.

The taste of my sweat.

It hears my ideas and continues to 

Remain

Still.

Until I find my way back home. 

I hope you enjoyed this and feel inspired to show up on your yoga mat.