Words From Me to You

Real Talk

My love for art and colour has been a part of me for half of my life. I may not have studied the art of art, but my heart always felt free when I was able to move or paint. At one point, I thought, why can’t I do both at the same time? So instead of using my pencil or my brush, I just used my fingers, my hands, my body.

I was always scared to share my passion with others, as I thought, why should anyone be interested in what I have to say or the way I move or express any of my emotions. Who was I to share anything with anyone? I was (and still am) a total overthinker.

I can come up with several (hundred) ideas why things could go wrong. It made me distant to other people, made me lose my self-confidence to a point where walking down a street got so hard for me that I would only go to town if I was with a friend or it was really necessary. Why, you ask? I think the answer to that would make me write a book. But as many people like to say, the past is in the past; sometimes it just tends to catch up with us in the most inconvenient moments.

Starting with Yoga, many years ago, I realised one day that when I was practising, I wasn’t overthinking anything, I wasn’t scared, I wasn't lonely, I was just me. And that was a damn good feeling.

I didn’t have the money to go to fancy Yoga studios, but nonetheless, I continued my work on the mat, in my own passionate way. One day it was very active, and on the other I might just sit there, meditate and breathe.

Being a very active person, I still went running, enjoying the outdoors as much as I could, and being in Mother Nature always made me feel safe. I also do kickboxing, and combining all together is the most wonderful thing I've found for myself. Still, I loved my colours, and being a very emotional person, I wanted to bring my emotions to paper. Literally. I tried to write about it, but that wasn’t me. I can tell a story, but when it comes to letting go and releasing the past, I wanted to use colour. Being a doer, I jumped in the car and went to the next big do-it-yourself store and bought everything I needed. One of the best decisions I've ever made.

That moment when my brush touched the canvas and there was actual colour there, wow, that moment so much just fell off me. Change is uncomfortable, and growth is uncomfortable. Why? Cause you are at a point in your life where you have never been before. That can be scary for some, exciting for others- but whoever you ask, it is something new.

Living in a world that makes you soft and a loser if you can’t adapt in three seconds and handle everything that comes your way, this can be a challenge for many of us. Sharing my work as a Yoga teacher or teacher of movement, as I like to call it, I want to help you to be more comfortable in the unknown. To find that place within you, whether that is on the mat, brushing colour up on a canvas, or simply sitting at your desk typing 100 emails a day.

See you on the mat or the canvas.

Namaste,
Cynthia