Movement is one of the ways we come into relationship with ourselves.
We dance. We walk. We swim. We run. We lift. We stretch. We practice martial arts. We wander through forests, climb mountains, tend gardens, ride bicycles, play with children, move through water—and sometimes simply stand up, breathe, and notice what our body is asking for.
Movement can strengthen us. It can regulate us. It can awaken confidence, pleasure, coordination, curiosity, play and Life Force.
The practice is not finding the right way to move.
The practice is remaining in conversation with your body long enough to discover:
What kind of movement would serve me today?
Here in The Cognitive Love Lab™, every body is invited to find its own answer.
Different bodies. Different days. Let the body lead.
HOW YOGA FOUND ME
I did not walk into my first yoga class because I was searching for enlightenment.
My preteen daughters dragged me there.
We were at the gym, they wanted to take a yoga class, and somehow I ended up on a mat beside them. I was in my late thirties, active and healthy, and I suppose I assumed I would be reasonably good at it.
Then someone asked me to touch my toes.
I couldn’t.
Not I couldn’t do the advanced pose.
I couldn’t touch my toes.
I remember being completely humbled by that moment.
How could I have lived nearly four decades in this body and know so little about how it actually moved?
That question opened a door.
What began as an encounter with my own inflexibility became something much larger—a curiosity about breath, strength, mobility, awareness, nervous-system regulation, and the extraordinary intelligence of the body when we actually learn to listen to it.
But I have never forgotten the woman on that first mat who couldn’t touch her toes.
And how she felt after that nap (savasana) at the end as an exhausted health care practitioner and mom of three nearly teenagers! It was Yummy!
In many ways, she is why I still believe there is no perfect body for movement, no prerequisite for beginning, and no finish line we are supposed to reach.
There is simply a relationship waiting to be discovered.
Mine happened to begin somewhere between my daughters, a yoga mat, and my very unreachable toes.