A number of people have asked me about teaching yoga.  A year ago, I announced I was in yoga teacher training.  I spent my money and met for sessions with a senior level Iyengar teacher.  It would make sense that a year later, I’d be a teacher.  I probably should be.    The only thing stopping me is myself.

Today, I put lotion on my feet during an early morning Naruto binge.  I smeared a glob of  lotion on the entire sole of my right foot when Netflix auto-paused.  I haven’t bothered with any remote control in my 420 ft² apartment and there weren’t any socks on hand.  Instead of hobbling around the coffee table leaving heel-prints, I just stood up on my left leg and hopped to the dresser.  Chose my socks (pink argyle), closed the drawer and hopped to the television.  Leaned over, hit the space bar and hopped back to the couch.    This moment was brought to me by yoga.

My place isn’t spacious and I’m not super clean.  I’m fairly impressed that there was a straight path between all three points.  I’m more impressed that I made the whole journey with no hands.  Not an athletic person, I’m only really built for birthin’ babies and my best coordination is in the thumbs.  All of the strength and balance I have is from my yoga practice.  I know my body and have confidence in my movements.  Practicing every day keeps me strong.

Teaching yoga is about showing people the strength inside themselves.  In the past year I’ve discovered new muscles and explored new concepts.  I’m confident that I grow every day and I’ve found my own inner light to guide me.  I have faith in a universal energy that we share and tapping it is sometimes a simple matter of patience.

I’m teaching a yoga class soon.  If you want to learn, let me know.  Namaste.