Me and my yoga mat have been through a lot after nearly a decade together.

My yoga mat has been my solid foundation as I charge through my poses with energy and light.

My little blue friend has absorbed countless litres of my salty sweat – and a few of my salty tears.

This confidante has listened to my determined and steady breathe as I push my physical boundaries.

It’s channeled my inner mantras as I silently repeat my intentions for each practice.

On my yoga mat, I’ve experienced meditation, exhilaration, consternation, frustration, adoration and liberation -from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes.

Me and my yoga mat have been through a lot. But the beauty is that the journey has only begun.