Got an email this morning. Someone wanting yoga back into her life, but with a note of regret over having yoga out of her life and needing to start yet AGAIN.
I had to share with her, and you, my favorite poem by Rumi. The first time I heard it, I just broke out in tears because I too had put 
my yoga practice on the back burner. The shame and sadness I had been feeling just lifted with these words. What I've learned over time is while you may not always find the time for your mat practice, yoga never really leaves you — it's always there for you when you need some balance or a deep belly breath or just some gentle time of stillness to collect and find yourself.
This poem reminds me that there's always time to push the reset button, regardless of how short you think your runway may be. Restarting is just a part of life to be embraced — a new beginning to be grateful for.
Come, Come, Come —
Whoever you are.
Wanderer, Worshiper
Lover of Leaving.
This is not
A caravan of despair.
It doesn't matter
If you've broken
Your Vow
A thousand times,
Still and yet again,
Come.