I am tired. I am tired on a level I didn’t know I could be. I was always active in high school. I went to college. I served in the world’s greatest Military. I have been overworked and tired. But this is different. I am angry, because I feel like I’m fighting in a war my coworkers know nothing about. I am hurting….because I don’t know at what age my baby brother turned into a threat….and I don’t know when I will have to inform my son that he’s now one as well. Yoga started in Africa. I am the only Black yoga instructor at the studio. Black babies were ripped from their mothers and used as alligator bait. Where so many of you will move through life not having to ever know these horrific facts….they are imbedded so deeply into every single black person that I know.

As a yogi, it is or duty to self analyze. To dig deep, and find our WHY. When I dig into why my friends won’t travel with me…I have to research what was done to my ancestors to make them so afraid to never leave. This is, has, and always will be my reality. I was born burdened. Change is the only constant. And change and/or transformation is uncomfortable. Which is why we all hate frog! Lol. It hurts. I’ve always strayed away from these conversations, because I will not ever sugar coat my words on this matter. But if I must have it; what better group of people than yogis?!? I’m honored to be given this space. There are so many things that must change. There are a million more uncomfortable conversations that need to be had. All lives do not matter if Black lives don’t!!!