I am Malina @indigenousyogini. This is my #yogasavedmylife story

"I am indigenous. I was born with the teachings in my blood. In my heart. And I was born a yogi. The two cannot, will not be separated. They fit together, side by side. I find many parallels between these two roads. They are both healing. Both healing me. To find my truth, is walking in beauty. And I will not choose, I cannot stop being an indigenous woman & I cannot stop being a yogi.

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About 3 years ago I was a shattered burned out shell. I had finally found the strength to leave a toxic, abusive & codependent relationship It took every ounce of my being to walk away, which I had been gathering up for years.That’s how it is with unhealthy relationships we have with anything (partners, food, our bodies, family, alcohol, drugs...etc)

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It’s a journey, gathering up the pieces of your power you let go of or tucked away to survive what you were going through

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I was exhausted in every sense of the word. My whole medicine wheel was depleted. I could barely tear myself off the couch to teach yoga & the moment I got home I’d fall into sleep again

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But though it was tough to find the energy to teach, it was yoga & that community that saved me & gave me a reason to keep moving forward. I’d practice at home & the studio several hours a week & I’d cry my heart out in grief & gratitude that my healing journey was moving deeper

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Living in codependency is a multi layered reality. It’s very easy to point your finger at the other person & see all their faults & what they need to heal. Seeing yourself as a codependent & enabler is much harder. I suppose it’s always like that - we don’t want to see our own blind spots. It’s hard, humbling & painful. But that is the yoga practice. It’s not the ever lasting peaceful oasis people often make it out to be. Yoga a reckoning with yourself

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When you come to my classes, you will often find my drum beside my mat now. Because walking in truth, with satya means I am who I am. With a drum in one hand, a mudra in the other. Malina

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