Lots of people carry around photos of the places they have been, far off destinations explored on vacation somewhere exciting. I don’t really have those, but I have a photo collection of a different sort in my mind. One day I will see the Eiffel Tower up close, maybe enjoy the beaches of Mexico, but until then, I have a collection of places I’ve laid on the floor and it’s precious to me. 


I remember the day I got the keys to the house I bought. I walked down the hall to my new room and to my walk in closet. I was so delighted that this was MINE – all mine – that I laid on the floor in celebration. This was my new home and the very floor we walked on was so special in that moment. I felt the coolness on my skin and felt the dark planks I’d selected solid against my back. This would be the foundation on which we would build our lives. 


Later in, my condo, I found myself a single mom with a laptop and a dream to build a little piece of the internet that would be safe for misfits like me. I laid on the floor of my patio, it was MY PLACE. I soaked up the sun, stretched out on a yoga mat, with my computer propped up, ready to receive my randomness. I breathed in the fresh air and sipped from my water glass, finding refreshment in being right there. This was my space and a safe one to create word magic al fresco. 


At the end of a BODYFLOW class at my local GoodLife Fitness, cooling down in savasana, I find myself laying on the floor. There I can absorb the energy of others who have gathered. I can stretch myself further than I have before, knowing this, too, is my space; this, too, is my home. The ground is steady and will support me and the strength, friendship and refreshment I find there will be the foundation on which I can build my life. 

There is something magical about being able to be secure enough in a place to lay down in surrender. The ability to be prone and vulnerable without fear and just be in the moment is precious. It feels like coming home even when it’s somewhere new. One day I might lay in the floor somewhere like Bali, but for now this will have to do. 

“This post was written as part of the GoodLife Fitness Blogger Ambassador Program, however all opinions expressed are my own”


  1. I’d never considered the significance of where we lay down before now. I immediately thought of the yoga mat, the psychiatrist’s couch, the soccer field (when the kids pile on me after winning a championship.) A gurney, a hospital bed, a hammock in the mountains. Beautifully done, my friend.

  2. What a beautiful way to collect spaces and build ‘home’ wherever you are. I love this. There’s something beautifully intimate about pausing to touch what holds us up. Thank you!