“Broken Girls Blossom into Warriors.”  A quote I read and whisper aloud and in my head. Warrior 1, Warrior 2, Warrior 3, Reverse Warrior, Flying Warrior, and my most favorite…Humble Warrior.  These are the poses that flow through most yoga practices.  Position your feet, ground your back foot as it turns slight forward, bend your front leg and feel its strength, core tight, hips even, strong arms, turn and open your chest. I’ve done these poses for over 20 years in my daily or weekly or monthly practices.  When my arms shook, when I struggled from pain, while my heart broke, as my tears fell, or as my breath raced.  Through breast cancer at 28 and the innocence that was taken.  Through motherhood and the gifts that were discovered.  Through the death of my mother when I was 42 and the pieces of me that were shattered.  And in each movement of my body and my breath, I have found wholeness in the dark and the unraveled. I become whole. I bow my head.  I straighten my arms, and I open my heart. I practice how it feels to be in the mess and the good and the ease and the hard and the dim and the bright. I push my shoulders down, I feel the four corners of my feet, my chin up, eyes focusing straight.  On that mat I find my way.  I go forward. And maybe even bring the wisdom off the ground and into the air. We heal when we teach our bodies what to be, what to strive for, what to try on, what to mold into. Broken Girls Blossom into Warriors.