We have today off. My roommate invited me to drive down the coast with her but I’m a homebody. After Friday’s last ‘Namaste’ I made my way ‘over the hill’ and came home. Being home grounds me. I can confirm the apartment is still here, my houseplants are still alive and the upstairs neighbors are still loud. The bottom line? There’s a week of laundry to do and a DVR locked, loaded and ready for viewing.
So I’m here in my little studio processing the last six days and anticipating the next seven. What I’m really trying to say is this:
Teacher training has been a colossal mind-bender (and you can feel free to replace ‘bender’ with slightly saltier language).
- One moment I’m certain I’m a good yoga teacher – my teaching philosophy runs parallel to Paul and Suzee’s.
- In the next moment I’m a failure because I’ve never seriously considered introducing yogic philosophy to my classes.
- Before I arrived my yogic path was an Iyengar path – I believed his system of alignment meant my students were safe.
- Now I’m asking myself, ‘how do I tell my students I’ve been wrong for the past sixteen years?’.
- I convince myself that I can teach a hybrid of Iyengar and Yin (I call it I-YIN-Gar!).
- But then I see that beautiful photo of Iyengar and his curiously long eyebrows in the studio where I teach. He looks at me. His brows are knit together in disapproval.
It’s a delicate balancing act, integrating two disparate schools of thought.
If you asked me, “What are you enjoying the most about teacher training?” I think the answer would change moment by moment. But I have to admit I believe the most meaningful part of the day is the thirty-minute morning meditation. I believe that continuing the practice when I return to “real life” will go a long way toward discovering where this new yoga path will lead.