My Magic Carpet, My Yoga Mat

The smell of rubber first enters my nostrils as I inhale and exhale, sighing out the breath. But when I inhale again the smell of incense, which is deeply embedded, entrenched in the fabric, hits my nostrils. A comforting smell interwoven in this magic carpet. Smooth to touch but when I touch it again I notice subtle indents like the lines on the palms of my hands. A witness to my journey, she has so many layers. The colours of my magic carpet are the hues of the ocean: blue.. white..green. Soothing colours reminding me to ride the waves of my life with ease and grace and to hold on to this wild and sometimes stormy adventure.

She is a warm and kind person who holds me with open arms ready to welcome me and take me for who I am and to hold me physically and mentally. Always there to listen to my deepest requests and desires.

She is my most trusted and loyal friend. She represents a place of peace, a place of solitude. Somewhere I can check in with myself away from distractions. She whispers to me without judgement. How are you really? Reconnect with your breath and your body. Let go, she says…let go of the expectations, perfectionism, and just be.

Be with me in this moment, the only moment that really exists. Out of the circus of life into the calm. Lie down…rest deeply…nowhere to be and nothing to do. Come out of the busyness and into the bliss. She whispers to me whilst undressing my coat of armour I have built up. These layers like an onion can often leave me vulnerable. A tear rolls down my face. You are safe here…supported and held, able to just breathe. Whatever is happening, I am here. An antidote to the news, confusion and chaos; I am here, ever-calm, peaceful and non- judging.