YogaBug

How Sweet It Is

This post is a little overdue, but the feelings I will express have in no way dissipated. After a long and somewhat involuntary break from teaching yoga, I have recently jumped back into it and realized just how much I love and need teaching in my life. Although, on my first day back I was admittedly terrified. I was so nervous to possibly discover that I had “lost it” or come to find that maybe I never really “had it” to begin with. The night before my return to teaching I was dreading the inevitable shakiness in my voice, anticipating the butterflies that would soon take residence in my stomach. Even as I drove to the studio my first day back, a sort of terror was building in my throat, threatening to close it up completely. 

Then, as the last student filed into the warm and inviting room, something happened. It was like someone had flicked a switch and suddenly I was at ease. My heart opened up and allowed the words to flow through me effortlessly as I guided the students through that familiar and comforting dance. And it felt as if I had never been gone. 

After class, I found myself alone in that room- that space that had been my refuge in many instances and also, on a few memorable occasions during teacher training, the bane of my existence- and I was so moved by what had transpired that morning. It could not have come at a better time, my reentry to this world. I had been so unsettled and unsure about many things in my life, so finding something to be wholeheartedly sure about gave me peace I had been struggling for months to find.

Regardless of anything else I have going on right now I know that sharing yoga is something I was meant to do, and I have resolved to trust that everything else will follow. 

Something about you #1:

You kiss my forehead and, for just a split second, everything becomes still.