The practice of yoga entered my life on Valentine’s Day five years ago. This was the month that my life would change forever. I didn’t know it at the time, but yoga would literally be the glue. It would guide me through some of the toughest years of my life thus far. Just a week prior to my first yoga class on Feb. 14, 2009 and while I was still in a long recovery process from a car accident, my 3-year-old son was diagnosed with autism. Days later, my marriage of close to 10 years ended. This was a turning point in my life and an opportunity to reinvent and discover myself.
If you would have asked me at the time who I was and what made me happy, I’m not sure I could have told you. At the end of that first class the song “Live and Love Life” by Etana played and I had a renewed sense of what the future would bring. This day was a pivotal point. Since then, my practice has been an integral part of my physical and spiritual well-being. For lack of better words, yoga (next to my faith in God) has “kept” me.