Where is yoga on your stove of life?

I have to admit, it's been on the back burner for some time. I took part in Yoga Mala days over the month of November, and it opened my eyes to just how competitive yoga can become. In fact, I developed something of a distaste for it as a result of going to the studio every day of the week for an hour and a half. People were coming out on mass, it seemed to me because there were incentives to maintain your attendance. Weekly draws for those who met the quota of visits per week, and everyone was vying for the month-end prize of a year's unlimited membership. All this struck me as contrary to what yoga is all about - at least for me.

My feeling is that my yoga is my practice. It's my time to allow my body. mind and spirit to grow on its own, in its own time.

Although I've 'come to the mat' in my own home over the last number of months, I haven't been to a structured class since November. This afternoon I'm venturing to Yoga Santosha to take in the Yin class at 4:00. Allison, who was one of my instructors at the Yoga Shala, is teaching there, and was one of two instructors I truly connected with. I haven't been to one of Allison's classes since last summer. I anticipate this to be a 'coming home' of sorts. She, along with Pat, inspired me to focus on my practice as my own - on my own terms.