First, let us start with you imagining me rolling around on the floor, on my back, eyes closed, making sounds that faintly sound like aum... with other teachers doing the same thing, and a woman resembling an older Lindsey Lohan videotaping it all. You're laughing, aren't you. Or at least smiling?
This, I've decided, is life's punishment for my last journal entries (insert giant smile here).
Alright... well that was me yesterday. At a mandatory teacher training with Ateeka and Fabrizio on... restorative yoga? Satava yoga, I believe they call it. Where all other forms of yoga were demeaned, aum was attacked as being overdone, and ujjayi breath was said to lead to massive heart failure.
Not an issue. The point is that through all of this, I came to a realization. It's not so much that I need teachers and to constantly learn new things. More more more... Instead, it's that I need a community, or sangha, with which to share. After reading another chapter in the YREC Tradition of Yoga course, I found myself feeling a little confused... To vent my frustration, I attempted to explain to Ryan. All of a sudden the confusion was gone. Put the book down girl (or the new workshop, style of yoga, etc.), start talking about it. Focus on one thing and play with it for awhile. So now it is my new plan to share, study, discuss, meditate, contemplate, practice, reflect, smile, and laugh.More to come later. Hong Kong anyone? Love love love. -n.
1 comment:
What in the sweet Christ are you on about?
I really don't know.
If I was an internet nerd I'd say:
ORLY?
If I was a Yoga nerd I'd say:
I agree.
If I was a comic book nerd I'd say:
I can't believe this hawt chick is talking to me.
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