Yoga
is a Prayer by Kellyn McGee
The truth is there are days I resist getting on my mat. This inanimate, flat, slip of a thing holds such power that…I know. I know that when I step onto the mat and take a deep breath in, all will come out. Everything that I’ve held within, just waiting for a slow, long exhale. But I also know that stepping on the mat on those days is what the mat is for. The mat’s presence is why I ever go to it. And what that shows me is that presence is love. Sometimes love can feel ethereal or intangible. But its presence has heft. My presence on the mat, and the enduring presence of the mat itself, is self-love. Selfless and selfish love for me. Presence is what I try to offer to others. I try to give my whole attention, particularly 8
