Thirteen years ago my family used to think it very strange that I got up early, rolled out a sticky blue mat and spent 20 minutes or so making strange shapes with my body before breakfast. Now they worry that if I don’t ‘do my yoga’ then all hell will break lose. They are probably right.
My practice has changed a lot over 13 years and varies considerably from one day to the next. Yet the core intention remains fairly constant: to (physically and mentally) balance out the rest of my life, ground me in the present, slow me down, focus my mind and remind me how lucky I am to be alive.