yogi for better or worse

There is love in everything. These words have been stuck in my head all day like a mantra. I woke up this morning with super bad pain in my upper back. From there, I forgot to feed the dogs, taught four back to back classes, spent three hours in front if the computer like a zombie answering emails (only to find 150 new ones a few hours later), didn’t have time to eat, got the worst headache, stubbed my toe on a rock, got pulled over by the cops, arrived late to evening class… And the whole time, in the back of my head, it’s there:

There is love in everything.

Even in stress. In confusion. In anxiety. In pain. Love is there. Love is the reason we are here, to live, to feel, to experience. In the middle of stress, where my body is in one place but my head in another, I close my eyes. In this high level of energy - with my whole body buzzing - there is love. I feel it. It’s moving fast, but love is here. In the physical pain i feel lies a loving reminder: I am blessed with a body that loves to stretch and jump and handstand and dance and practice, every day of my life. I love to move! Feeling pain reminds me of this love. Feeling pain makes me grateful to have this body. I am completely overwhelmed with work, (other than classes and travels), things that require my attention, planning, organizing… Every day I drown in emails. I feel so overwhelmed sometimes, but in that there is also love. Love from you. Yogis all over the world wanting to share this space, this practice, this breath. I do my best to answer you all, I try hard, and in that there is love too. This was a bad day, but even bad days are filled with love. Good ones? Overflowing.

There is love in everything. I arrive to my last class of the day, late, tired, stressed… The sun is setting. I took this picture. It’s full of love. Do you see it?