Yin is going to be the bane of my existence. Every long, chest or shoulder opening pose leads to tears in my eyes. My heart doesn’t like to be that exposed, you know.And shavasana. That shit kills me. I cannot lay still on my back and relax for the life of me.
This practice is breaking me. Day by day. In the best possible way because with each new crack another is filled. This practice. It’s everything.