Today we completed yoga teacher training with a group practice and some fun picture-taking ❤
It has been a profound experience for us all, to say the least. We’ve been broken wide open and made space for something incredible, challenging, and evolutionary.
We came in as seeds and became beautiful trees In today’s practice, I was physically and emotionally reminded how much hip, hamstring, and glute work we’ve been doing, and as anger started to rise up again for the fourth practice in a row, I made a choice.
I decided to do what a right-minded yogi would do. If it fucking hurts, then back the fuck off!
Soooo yogic 😛
Free will is our greatest gift and power, so if my
body, albeit strong and capable, tells me to modify, come out, or go deeper and breathe, then I listen to my body. I listen to my body, and not my ego.
“But don’t yoga teachers do all those crazy poses?”
No. We teach yoga.
The crazy pose is the one that breaks our body and destroys our practice. Whether I am happy or angry, the practice is the practice. The difference is ME.
It is what it is.
is what it is.
Brenda read this to me the morning before my first teacher training, and I again heard it *at* the first teacher training:
Good Luck Bad Luck!
There is a Chinese story of a farmer who used an old horse to till his fields. One day, the horse escaped into the hills and when the farmer’s neighbors sympathized with the old man over his bad luck, the farmer replied, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?” A week later, the horse returned with a herd of horses from the hills and this time the neighbors congratulated the farmer on his good luck. His reply was, “Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?”
Then, when the farmer’s son was attempting to tame one of the wild horses, he fell off its back and broke his leg. Everyone thought this very bad luck. Not the farmer, whose only reaction was, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?”
Some weeks later, the army marched into the village and conscripted every able-bodied youth they found there. When they saw the farmer’s son with his broken leg, they let him off. Now was that good luck or bad luck?
Whatever happens ahead happens as it needs to, and should. How *I* press on is where it’s at.
My practice has progressed, my teaching style is authentic, and most of all, my heart is open to myself. To all that I am.
So, this pain in my ass is a lesson. It reminds me that I always have room to grow, and now I welcome it.
Right before joining Blue Moon, I was finishing a challenge at Kula and finally saw my green chakra while in Frog pose. Today, in the green room at Blue Moon, my knees and hips said that both Pigeon and the reclined modification were not happening.
So, I took Frog.
And I held it while they did a good long Pigeon on both sides. My leggings weren’t gripping the mat and towel too great, so my legs kept spreading wider, and it was kind of amazing. If it hurt, I’d lift up a bit, let the new feeling set in, and then come back down and go deeper. When I came out, yep it was hard, but I felt empowered, wide open, and so fucking relieved.
I made my practice MINE.
I felt like that set a much better example as a teacher and yogi than going to a bad and dark place.
Finding that place where strength meets compassion
There is always a new beginning and chance to start again. Really, there isn’t a beginning or end, there is now.
And now is awesome 😀