I do yoga while my son naps my mind split between being present and listening for moving around. His feet hit the floor, the bedroom door is flung open. This is the push and pull of my days. My longing for a steadier temper, a calmer mind. My reality of struggling to not yell at […]
Emma Stayman Gray is a writer, blogger, yogini and mother to her two greatest teachers, Clarabelle and Thatcher. She writes about being humbled and softened by motherhood, and being present with the joys and the challenges of the parenting life. She is also a yoga teacher, massage therapist, and breastfeeding counselor.
I used to smoke. And run marathons. Not at the same time but I would light up on the drive home. My knees would hurt so I’d take seven Advil, so I could keep running, keep working out, terrified that I’d “get fat” if I missed a day. I drank most nights Taking only one […]
Today I poured a full bottle of vodka down the drain. Mid-yoga practice. I had drank the night before I wasn’t hungover, but I wasn’t clear I’ve done this for years now, slowly taking moments of my morning away. Even the option of alcohol, the knowing it was in the house, was too much. It’s […]
I do yoga in my jeans. Many mornings, as I meditate, my son crawls on me. He pulls up and buries his head in my chest as I attempt to take deeper breaths. He loves my chanting. He looks up at me and breaks into a grin, as I lean my forehead down to touch […]
Living with the feeling of unease. That’s where I’m at now. Sitting here with my son asleep on me. His weight a grounding. A comfort. I do my day. Play with my kids. Run errands. Get the bills paid. I take care of me. Practice yoga on the mat. Sit in meditation. Talk to friends. […]