Brittany Pires Yoga

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My practice is changing again. It’s been a hard thing for me to admit lately, and this time feels harder than my last transition. More often than not, this is what my yoga practice looks like. Stillness, quiet, grounding. I find myself struggling to find creativity in movement— stressed when it doesn’t come naturally like it used to, grieving an identity I once clung to, mourning that I no longer resemble who I thought I was.

So in a surrender of mental fatigue, I simply crumble to the floor and lay there. Not trying to do or be anything. Just feeling each breath as it pushes itself away from the floor and returns back down. Sometimes it feels like my breath is it’s own living entity. As if each time my belly expands, it’s trying to escape, held captive by the confines of body. It’s telling me I’m too rigid— that it can’t easily move through me as it once did. And so I lay there. Listening to the conversation between my body and my breath, willing them to dance together effortlessly as they used to.

This transition of life has been overwhelming. A beautiful expansion of knowledge and growth that has left me simultaneously depleted and grateful. I am grateful for this new purpose my life has been given, but it is in these moments where I lay in stillness that I admit I am terrified. I am afraid of failing and not being good enough to help others. I am scared of unintentionally making someone worse than better. And most of all, I am terrified of being alone.

So these days, my practice is this. Accepting and allowing. Returning to those 2 lessons I have long forgotten. Laying on the floor and simply being a vessel for my breath and my organs. Those are truly what life means. I am nothing without them. I am nothing— And I am everything. I am the amazing, fit woman I see in pictures 7 years ago. And I am the amazing, exhausted, out-out-of-shape woman I am today. I am the same. I am not two women, but many facets of one. I am still learning to love that. But like the body, change and acceptance can’t be rushed. They must be savored and experienced, even when they are not what you would have chosen. But after, comes peace.

So for now, I will be still and just wait.

Last Yoga on the Lawn of the season!

This Saturday, 8:30am! Let’s go out with a bang and a little sweat 😉💪🏼

All levels welcome!
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Join me for a little color and flow tomorrow, even in the places we might forget to look.

🟡9am Yin
🔴12pm Flow + Go

Both classes at .yoga

How about a savasana with a view of the sky?

I’ll be teaching yoga on this lawn this Saturday at 8:30am (outside .yoga)

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The morning greeted me with something new.
A sense of trusting peace I hadn’t met before.
It spoke to me in no more words than a cat’s purr or a bird’s song, but I understood the message.
This feeling that where I’m headed is the right direction.
That my dreams are not ignored just simply working in disguise.
The voiceless voice told me it will be okay but there is work to do.
That my craving for connection and love is coming,
Yet maybe not in the way I expect.
That my desire to one day be a mother will happen when the wind sways it to be so.
That life is a mixture of what we write, and what we are destined to do.
Our purpose is both what we wish for ourselves and what the world needs of us.
Today the morning greeted me with calm.
A calm that filled my lungs a bit easier.
While I accept this peace is fleeting,
And tomorrow may greet me with an opposite view,
I know this message is precious.
That my inner knowing will remember it,
Even in times when I forget.
I will remember the moment staring into the mirror,
Saying “I love you,” and watching tears stream from my eyes.
I will remember the times when I believed it,
And the times I didn’t.
Moments I heard those words,
And the moments I said them.
Because time is fleeting.
The mornings speak to us when we are most vulnerable to listen.
The nights whisper to us in the space between sleep and awake,
When consciousness is barely there,
But we can still hear.
I don’t always listen,
Many times my mind hops over the message like a stone on the path.
But those moments where I stop and pick up the stone,
Are the moments I realize they are precious and valuable.