I just finished teaching the morning class at Main Street Yoga.
It. Was Incredible.
The students are twenty days into their yoga challenge*. With ten days left, they were all so in tune with their bodies that I felt more like a conductor than a teacher. They gave breathy sighs and yummy sounds and made faces at their knees. The wobbled in balance postures like pros and weren’t afraid to play…in Utkatasana.
I am so grateful for the opportunity to work with these students the rest of the weekend.
This class was symbolic to me on a personal level. My very first yoga teacher was there for my very first class. Nine years ago, I went to her very first yoga class for my first sip of yoga.
I was able to show my dear teacher everything that I had learned from her. The knowledge I received in yoga teacher training was a polishing based on foundation of her instruction. I wanted to give back everything I received from her and her studio through my class.
Leading the morning class felt like coming home. I feel transitioned and reborn onto the other side of the mat. I have come full circle, but instead of finding an end, I’ve found an opening . The circle unfolds and stretches into a line of possibilities.
*Each year in April, Main Street yoga runs the yoga challenge where, for a dollar a day, students try to practice yoga as many days as they can. The result is a closely linked yoga community and students gaining a deeper relationship with yoga.