deprivation
Herstory – Part 2
The year was 1999, a period of fiery momentum! It was a time of burgeoning awareness and self-discovery. The gifted therapist who introduced me to Jung guided my explorations then. I began to ponder and to learn about myself on the couch (instead of the mat). During that personal work, I became awed by the study of mind. I fell in love with psychology and took to the self-inquiry like a fish to water. In my new, smaller body I also let myself fall in love with movement again. Seeking some expansion, I bravely ventured forth upon the fitness scene. I moved my exercise life from the seclusion of the tiny semi-private gym at work, to the open, public, jungle-wilds of “commercial gym land”. Like a fluffy little innocent lamb to the slaughter, I went. (Baaaaaaaaa…)
The year was 2003, and it was a year of challenge and trial (and also of friendship and triumph)! Some overwhelming life circumstances inspired me to accept a friend’s invitation to participate in a 200 hour yoga teacher training (YTT) program in a nearby city. I had long since fallen miserably away from my yoga practice, and I longed for something that would reconnect me to that sense of vitality, purpose and belonging. I had become utterly disenchanted with playing the gym rat, so I gave up on all the nutritional supplements and backed off from the zeal of my workouts. My cute little clothes were tightening and the numbers on the scale told the rest of that unforgiving story. I was gaining back The