#365yoga Day 90: The Wheel
31 Mar 2011 13 Comments
in 365, RYT, TCB, teaching, the process, until now, White Lotus, yoga in a gym, Yoga Sol Tags: Education, journey, Michael Franti, progress, shooter jennings, Teacher, Teachers and Centers, transformation, United States, Urdhva Dhanurasana, wheel, White Lotus Foundation, yoga, Yoga Sol
At 11:27 am CST, I locked the door to 300 Saint James Street for the last time. I had just finished teaching my last yoga class at our temporary studio and it was a lovely class filled with committed yoga students and beautiful energy. I got into my car and had to sit there for a little while and reflect. 
It was about 2 years ago that I decided to become a yoga teacher. 2 short years. It’s something I always thought about, of course. I wanted to do it for a long time, but certain things (read: feeling like I didn’t deserve to do it, wasn’t worth it, etc.) kept me from pushing through and doing it. I’ll never forget the moments that got me to the other side of that: several yoga teachers at the gym I attended kept asking me to “finally get” my “yoga training in so” I “could sub already, dammit!”
What can I say, they were persuasive.
20 months ago, I did what I could with what I had (very tiny budget and very little time,) and took a very little basic yoga teacher training. Within 3 days I was able to teach at my gym. And teach I did! It was only a few weeks later that I had my own regular class and was subbing frequently in multiple locations all over town. My goodness, when I think back on some of those classes, well, let’s just say that most yoga students are benevolent, patient, good humored folk! I kept teaching, though, and I kept learning and growing and asking questions. I kept searching and trying and trusting in the process. Yoga Sol was born and I moved my mat from the gym to a studio.
Yoga Sol lived at that studio for 14 months. My classes grew from one student (or, at times, none) to wall to wall mats. I met amazing people and felt amazing energy and got to witness the transformation that comes when you commit to a regular yoga practice both in my students and in myself. I met mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters, artists and actors, poets and photographers, teachers and students, and Michael Franti and his gang.
The wheel keeps on rolling down the road, for sure!
Somewhere along that road, I realized that I DO deserve to follow my bliss, I DO deserve to have a bright future, I DO deserve a real and proper training, so in October I packed up my bags and headed out west to The White Lotus Foundation. For many of you, this might not seem like a big deal. For me and my family, however, it was revolutionary. I left my homeschooled children and husband (who works in an industry that is fueled by college sports,) alone for 16 days during the 3 busiest weekends of the year: homecoming and games against the 2 top rivals. Used to be that I wouldn’t even think about scheduling lunch during those weekends, much less a trip across the country! Yoga transforms, eh?
I sent in my final paperwork for my 200RYT last Saturday. I DID IT!
Today I locked the door at the temporary location of Yoga Sol. I taught the last class there and I will be teaching the first class at the new location, 210 Saint James Street, which just happens to fall on my 35th birthday. I think it’s highly significant. I feel it’s a rebirth, of sorts. I will be opening the studio not just as a teacher, but as the manager, working very closely with one of the greatest gifts I have ever received, my mentor, friend, and Yoga Sol owner, Polly. What started out as just the two of us in a dance studio has now grown into the first indoor / outdoor yoga studio in Mid-MO, if not the entire state of Missouri. We have a teaching staff of 8 other teachers on board now as well as our own classes filled with students who have followed us both through the trenches and into the light.
And the wheel is still rolling!
Yoga is very much like a wheel. The more momentum it has, the further it goes, and will usually take you further than you could ever imagine if you just let it go. I cannot wait to see where this leads, but I’ll tell you this – I hope I never stop the wheel from turning. I will watch it with amazement and awe and joy because it is bound to be an awesome ride.
Let Them Eat Cake(asana)
27 Sep 2010 1 Comment
in teaching, the process, until now, yoga in a gym Tags: Asana (yoga), Bhagavad Gita, Hinduism, Religion and Spirituality, Teachers and Centers, yoga
My husband gave me a membership to the best gym in my town for my birthday present several years ago. Don’t go getting into a huff, I asked for that for my present. 
I spent a year or more doing weights and cardio, but never took a class. My yoga mat, at that time, only saw the light of day in my house. I was happy to be there at the gym, but never once thought of finding tadasana amongst the treadmills. One day, however, a friend of mine mentioned going to the same gym and trying out a yoga class. She didn’t want to go alone, so I happily joined her.
That class changed my life. That was the class in which I first saw Polly. I was gobsmacked. Here was what I had been searching for: humor, spirituality, alignment, history, philosophy, empowerment, challenge, and rocking tunes. I left that class feeling the same way I felt on certain occasions in college (minus the risk of drug charges and plus the endorphin thrill of an honest workout!) I went home and dug out my old yoga books, my (VERY difficult to read) translation of the Bhagavad Gita, and dove in.
It took me a full year to find Polly and that feeling again. The minute I found it, however, I grasped on tight. That grasp has taken me far.
Fast-forward to now.
I found myself teaching at the gym yesterday and again tonight. What used to be a thrice weekly occurrence is now a very rare event, happening only when someone at the gym needs a sub. I’m proud of myself and my growth. I am proud of where I am. And, as odd as it sounds, I am still happy to, occasionally, teach in a gym.
I kept my eyes wide open as I taught yesterday and tonight. I wanted to see these students. I wanted to meet them where they are and see what it is that they want, need, hope for. I went there looking to see others. What I saw was myself. I saw myself as i was years ago, laying a mat down in a gym, hoping for the best, expecting the worst. I saw my own eyes staring back at me with wonder and amazement. I saw my own heart lift out of chests, my own feet find purchase in the earth, my own arms reaching for a collective future. I saw them looking at me as I looked at Polly years ago.
I teach yoga because I want to give. I want to give because people want to receive. Yes, there are people in gyms who want only to raise their heartrates and lower their waist measurements. There are also those who want volumes more but, for lack of resources or direction, are limited to the gym. Yoga can give them all of it. ALL of it. They can have their cake and eat it, too. There are those who are thirsty for something to cling to: hope, faith, compassion, history, love, LOVE, L O V E! Let them have it. Let them have it all.
I will continue to occasionally go to the gym to teach. I may occasionally go there to learn as well. Yoga is for ALL. It is an all you can eat buffet. I’m so happy to be able to serve up the sweets.
Namaste
Why X + Y ≠ Yoga Teacher
23 Sep 2010 5 Comments
in RYT, Students, teaching, the process, until now, yoga in a gym Tags: Religion and Spirituality, Teacher, Teachers and Centers, Twitter, White Lotus Foundation, yoga, Yoga Journal
I used to have a friend who had a masters degree in early education. She had spent years in school, thousands of dollars on education and testing and certification. She taught 5th grade, 4th grade, Kindergarten, and, at the time, was running the preschool for her city’s public school system. Her biggest pet peeve? Folks who ran daycare centers saying that they had the same job as she did, that they were professional peers.
I used to be a doula. I helped many, many babies come into the world. I spent the money and took a long training, spent a year reading a huge required reading list, did loads of practice births for free, wrote essays and took exams, and eventually became certified through the most intensive (albeit now different) organization. My biggest teacher? A woman who had never had any formal training at all, but had been attending births her whole life because it was the natural thing to do.
I have been teaching yoga for a little over a year. I have taught in gyms, in birth centers, in backyards, in parks, in yoga studios, in forests, in my pajamas, in campgrounds, and in homeschooling groups. I’ve taught classes with 1 student and classes with 51 students. If I took the time, I could probably count the hours I have spent teaching. Heck, since I have the time, I’ll do an educated guess: I would say that in a little over a year, I have taught 285 hours of yoga that I have been paid for (upon 2nd thought, I bet that’s a conservative number.) I have taught for cash, for credit, for food, for photography, for haircuts, for childcare, for charity, for the love of it, for the love of others, etc. I have been quoted on the Yoga Journal website (thanks, @Jodim, for that,) in magazines, on websites, in newspapers. My name is starting to be known in my town and in cyperspace (not that was ever my goal.) My “official formal” training? An 18 hour weekend course.
< pauses while the whole world gasps and freaks out.>
No worries, it makes my skin crawl, too.
My “unofficial informal” training? 17 years of personal home practice and group yoga classes, 2 years apprenticeship (shout, Polita!, ) closing in on 17 years of spiritual study, workshops, one on one dialogue with master yogis (thank you, Twitter,) 10 years of meditation practice, and a life-long desire to go deeper and further into the dark so that I can stand more strongly, fully into the light. I have read more yoga / anatomy / theory / Buddhist / Hindu / spiritual / meditation / personal growth books than most libraries have. I have listened and learned from each of my students. I have been present.
Does that make me better? Nope. Does that make me different? My students say it does.
There is no formula for a great teacher. I have all this under my belt and it still is not enough. It NEVER will be enough. I am leaving in a few weeks for The White Lotus Foundation to get my 200hrRYT status with Yoga Alliance. Will that be the end of my yoga education equation? NOT. A. CHANCE. I will FOREVER be learning, forever be growing, forever be expanding. If I am breathing, I will be learning. If I am learning, I will be sharing. Some folks call that sharing “teaching.”
Fair enough.
I do not believe that there is an equation that one person can follow that will make them a Yoga Teacher. I haven’t found it yet. Am I a yogini? Yep. Do I share it? Yep.
Am I still a student? OH, yes, yes yes yes yes. Yes. Forever yes.
An equation seems finite. There is no “finite” in yoga.
I am a yoga teacher. I am more than the sum of my parts.
So are you.
Namaste
Reflections on my first year of teaching…
28 Aug 2010 3 Comments
in teaching, the process, until now Tags: change, first year, Learning, looking back, Religion and Spirituality, review, Sirsasana, Teacher, Teachers and Centers, yoga
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I’ve tried to write this post a thousand times. Trying to write about the first year of teaching yoga is sort of like writing about your own first year of life: you can put it together from pictures and what other people have told you, but frankly, you’re too busy living it to try to explain it. Still, I think it’s important for me to put down some things that have (and have not) happened since I started putting my mat in front of everyone else’s in class. I think the best way for me to do this is sort of a bullet point list: Random order, brief points.
About teaching and my yoga ON the mat:
- I don’t teach my class from a book or notebook anymore, although I do sometimes write down new flows I have made up.
- I don’t stay on my mat much.
- I have learned how to read my students and know what each class seems to need.
- I don’t get so shaky and nervous before each class.
- I put my hands on students all the time now, not just for adjustment, but for encouragement, healing, hope, etc. Human touch is vital to life!
- I don’t teach in a gym anymore! (unless, of course, I’m subbing.)
- I chant.
- I let my breath do the work now.
- The more I know, the more I have to learn.
- I find Yoga in everything: cartoons (Avatar the Last Airbender is incredible,) Star Wars, baseball, housework, live music, libraries, grocery shopping, etc.
- I always have at least 3 yoga mats in my vehicle for Random Acts of Yoga and in case anyone wants to join me.
- I can do Sirsasana, Eka Pada Koundinyasana, Pincha Mayurasana, Hanumanasana, Galavasana, and a whole host of other arm balances and inversions.
- I do those arm balances and inversions not to show off, but because they refresh and renew me. I often do them in my pajamas.
- I fall a lot more often, but that means I’m trying new things. It also means that I do yoga when I’m not at my best.
- That means I’m really dedicated to the practice, not just the “glory.”
- I realize that Virabhadrasana is a hell of a lot harder than it looks.
- I write yoga articles for a local publication.
- I partnered up with my mentor, friend, and teacher.
- I have met so many amazing yogis and yoginis around the world, some in real life and others online and over the phone.
- I am much more gentle with myself.
- I love the WHOLE WORLD so much more. We are ONE.
- My most prevalent emotion is Gratitude.
My life OFF the mat:
- I realize I’m not Super Woman. I am human. (If you know me personally, you know this is HUGE.)
- I realize I cannot do it all.
- I can, and do, ask for help.
- I don’t require anyone’s permission to have my opinions, feelings, thoughts, and ideas.
- I realize that “Control” is just an illusion.
- I let my kids roam freely more often.
- I trust more.
- I have more fun.
- I dance. Period.
- I finally truly honestly believe I am worthy simply because I am alive.
- I am learning to love my body.
- I have ended a few friendships that were not healthy.
- I have picked up a lot of friendships that are healthier than I’ve ever known.
- I realize that guilt and blame and shame only harm and I am trying to release all of it.
- I am happier than I have been in my whole life.
- I need MUCH less “stuff.”
- I have adopted a “wait and see” attitude about most things.
- I am willing. Period.
- I forgive much more easily the things that are forgivable. The things that are not don’t bum me out so much anymore, but they do motivate me to make changes.
- I finally really and truly get that All You Need is Love.
- I go to bed earlier and I get up earlier and I’m happier for it.
- I’m happy. REALLY happy.
- I realize that there are some things that I just do not like and that is okay.
- I am taking risks that are moving me forward.
- I make big plans, arrange for them, and then fulfill them.
- I like who I see in the mirror. Every. Single. Day.
I will probably add to this list. I will probably also pick some of the bullets and turn them into entire blog posts. I know I have forgotten to mention much, but that’s okay. I have all the time in the world. There is no finish line to a yogic journey. Each step you take shows you that you have at least one more to go. I feel so blessed to be walking along the path with all of you.
Namaste
All good things must come to an end
26 May 2010 Leave a Comment
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in order to make room for GREAT things!
Yesterday I put in my 2 weeks notice after nearly a year of teaching yoga and Hot Yoga for Wilson’s Fitness Centers. I have enjoyed my time there and will always be grateful for the start, the confidence, and the experience I gained from Wilson’s. I have reached the end for potential growth with the company and, honestly, my heart has been dedicated to Yoga Sol from the very beginning.
Tonight I tell my students: Starting June 6th, it’s All Sol, All the Time for me! The journey continues to be bountiful and blissful for me and I cannot wait to see where this new venture takes me. I sense that only good things await me. Yoga Sol is growing and shaking things up and it’s such a delight to be a part of something so vividly real and progressive.
Everything is coming up Lotuses!
Open your heart, open your future.
22 Mar 2010 Leave a Comment
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I’ve always been emotionally expressive. I pretty much wear my heart on my sleeve. It doesn’t take much for folks to know that I’m experiencing something because it’s pretty evident. I can be loud. I can be silent. I can be boisterous, verbal, a dish pitcher, a music blaster, a happy dancer. I remember hearing my father say to me once, “Sarah, you emote really well.” It wasn’t until years later that I realized that that might not be a good thing. It’s true, I emote, but I don’t often allow myself to feel. I get angry, I get excited, I get happy, I get ready, I get moody, I get sad, I get I get I get I get… but I don’t feel angry, I don’t feel happy, I don’t feel … much of anything.
Feeling is too ooey, gooey, sticky, messy, uncertain, real. To feel feelings means to be vulnerable, open, brave, curious. It’s almost too much to handle. Why, having a feeling might mean that I don’t look like I have it all together! Having a feeling might mean that I have to reconsider my thinking! Having a feeling might mean that I am… human. NO way, Jose.
Enter Yoga
My teaching preparation has gone through some changes. I used to script out every asana for an entire hour practice, print it out, and f0llow it step by step (didn’t we all do that when we were first starting out?) Occasionally I will still make notes of new flows or sequences that I’m working on, but I don’t write the whole thing out anymore. Often, I sit quietly and breathe deeply and see what comes to me. Sometimes I will have something planned and the energy of the room makes me abandon the plan entirely and start from scratch. There are also days, of course, when I have nothing planned at all – I just put the music on shuffle, ask The Universe for guidance, and go with the flow. Most of the time, however, it’s a bit of each of those things. Classes like that usually turn out to be some of my best (in my opinion) because I seem to be guided by unseen hands and offering up something to the class.
Lately, I’ve been offering up a lot of heart openers. I’m not sure why, but these postures in which we breathe into the front of our lifted hearts call to me like a long lost lover across the river. Shoulder blades reach each other, sternums thrust forward, and hearts soar to the sky as breath fills our lungs. We breathe into our future, we breath into our potential, we breathe into our own best selves. As the breath leaves our bodies, something stirs inside us – FEELINGS! We store emotions in our bodies, most often in our necks and groin area (no, perverts, not that groin area,) and yoga can release them. Our hearts and core also hold the untapped, unnoticed, unhonored feelings and emotions. That’s why we get short of breath when you’re stressed / sad / upset / scared / worried – there’s no room in there for any air because we’re so full of feelings needing to be felt! There’s a saying that “we teach what we most need to learn.” mmmmhmmmm, you think?
I’ve been doing heart openers for several weeks and the darndest thing is happening – I’m FEELING things. Two weeks ago brought me 3 days of almost non-stop tears. I was crying because I was sad, because I was happy, because I was relieved, because I was scared, because the fabric softener smelled extra good. I’m not sure what I was sad / happy / relieved / scared about (I’m positive about the laundry, though,) but it doesn’t really matter why I was feeling any of those things, it simply and seriously matters that I was feeling those things. It’s highly likely that I was crying 25 year old tears. Know what happened after that? I laughed. Big, huge, round, deep, belly laughs in a voice that I didn’t recognize as my own came pouring out of me and scared my dog (he has issues.) Something inside of me broke loose and opened the path to a better understanding of myself. I feel free.
I am free.
My heart is open and I’m breathing into my future of new awareness, of being present, of being alive. I opened my heart and opened a bright, rich, full future of healing, health, hope, and humanity. I opened my heart and opened my future. That, friends, feels pretty damned good.
Namaste
Bending where it matters
06 Mar 2010 Leave a Comment
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In the short time I’ve been a yoga teacher, I think I’ve probably heard, or been on the receiving end of, just about every possible (mis)conception about yoga and yoga teachers. It’s amazing what folks will believe and say. I wonder if it’s because of misinformation, stereotypical yogis portrayed in the media, or even if it’s just long held adolescent fantasies. You should see the looks my husband gets when he tells other men that his wife is a yoga teacher. You should see the looks I get when I tell folks I am a yoga teacher (before they see my wedding ring, that is, and sometimes even after!) Yes, it’s true, I can bend in just about any way imaginable. Yes, it’s true, I sometimes defy gravity. And yes, I know enough about Mula Banda to make even the most seasoned *ahem* professionals want to take notes.
The thing that really matters, however, isn’t want happens with the matter attached to my bones. What really matters is what happens to the sexiest organ I have. Yep, it’s ripe and lush and juicy and full and open. It’s ready. It’s waiting.
It’s my BRAIN.
My father is a very, um, disciplined man. Everything has it’s place, everything is in it’s place, and everything has a time and that time will not begin 2 minutes late. At least that’s how he was while I was growing up. There was no spontaneity. There was nothing done on a whim. Schedule changes needed to be submitted in writing, in triplicate, no less than 72 hours in advance. Anything left on the floor was thrown away. Be up and dressed by 8am unless your dead … and then you have until 8:30. While this kind of lifestyle has it’s merits (I was NEVER late and still consider anything above 10 minute early to be On Time, the toilet paper always goes in it’s correct position, and let me tell you, I know how to fold towels) it also comes with a hefty dose of rigidity.
While I can bend my back so far I can lick my heels (okay, I need to stop saying shit like that because it’s what leads to folks looking at me with that “how YOU doin’” glaze in their eyes,) it has been a long fought effort for me to learn to roll with the punches. Any sign of instability would cause me to freak out, start controlling, fuel the fire of self doubt. Let me tell you, that works SO well when parenting…. not. I have burned more than one bridge in my life by expecting exactness, I have caused myself more blood pressure issues than any woman of my age should have, and I have missed opportunities all because I couldn’t bend with the breeze. All of that started changing when I made a promise to myself that I would keep one consistent thing in my life forever and ever regardless of circumstance – my relationship with my yoga mat.
Every teacher has their own thing. I often start my classes with inviting my students to eliminate all senses of judgement, competition, and expectations. I think this helps folks realize that it doesn’t matter what happens on the mat next to them or what happened on their own mat yesterday. It invites people to just be with, and accept, what is in this moment. I have heard it said that we teach what we most need to learn. I am living proof that this is true.
Because of my time on my mat, I am more able to roll with the punches. I can accept things that happen and move on. I am open to schedule changes, cancellations, member additions, and, gasp, lateness! I can see the beauty in being fluid. I’m so much happier without the time clock, with mismatched socks, with humanness. Basically, I’m just happier. And it’s all because I do yoga on my mat … and in my head.
Namaste
Rules for Living
29 Jan 2010 Leave a Comment
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Mantra from the Dalai Lama
- Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk
- When you lose, don’t lose the lesson
- Follow the three Rs: Respect for Self, Respect for Others, and Responsibility for all your actions
- Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck
- Learn the rules so that you know how to break them properly
- Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship
- When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it
- Spend some time alone every day
- Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values
- Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer
- Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time
- A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life
- In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past
- Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality
- Be gentle with the earth
- Once a year, go somewhere you’ve never been before
- Remember the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other
- Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it
- Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon
In the beginning …
14 Nov 2009 1 Comment
When talking to one of my dearest friends a few moments ago, I mentioned that I haven’t blogged in a long time and am not exactly sure where to start. His response was, “Begin at the beginning.” Being the smarta** that I am, I was highly tempted to write, “I was born a poor black child,” but, realizing that not everyone is a fan of The Jerk, decided against it. But if you’re not a fan of The Jerk, I have only one thing to say: ARE YOU SERIOUS?
Moving on…
I get asked all the time about my yogic journey. What started it? When did it start? What inspired me? What steps did I take? Why do I love it so? At these times, I experience something that is rather unexpected – I am nearly speechless. It’s not that there isn’t a story to tell, it’s more like there aren’t words beautiful enough, strong enough, picturesque enough to tell the story. I try and nothing seems to be “enough.” Interesting, isn’t it? Yoga kind of is all about finding “enoughness.”
I think I have been on my yogic journey since I was in my early teens. I always thought, “There’s more to life than this.” I remember reaching out beyond what was popular in my age group to read things that were not exactly on the junior high reading lists. By the time I was 14, I was hunting for anything that would show me “The Way.” Of course, at that time, I had no idea what “The Way” was, but you know, at least I was looking!
I discovered Yoga when I was 18. I had heard about this thing called “Yoga” but had no idea really what it was about. Prior to 18, yoga was some woman on PBS in a leotard with her hair in a bun. Yep, let me tell you, that’s *exactly* what every 18yo girl wants to sign up for – leotards, tights, and hair buns! YES! Um, actually… NO! Anyway, when I was in college, I discovered a lot of things *ahem* and one of them was folks who knew, loved, and lived their yoga. They always had this peaceful look on their faces. As frustrated and angry as they could be, there was always this sense of, “I’m really frustrated and / or angry at this moment but I know it will pass and it is not my overriding state.” WOW! Seriously?!?! The idea that you could be frustrated but not totally encompassed by frustration or rage was something I could never imagine! Hell, even now I can totally imagine it, but only manage to accomplish it some of the time!
So, from that introduction, I started learning more. I started doing some. I started talking to a lot of folks. I started reading. I started moving. I started breathing. Oh yes, the breathing! It still took me almost 6 years to get my own mat, but all we have is time, right? RIGHT? thank you. One step on my first mat (like most yogis, I started out with a Gaiam ) and I was sold.
Things take time, however, and it took many more years for me to state decisively that I am a yogi now and forever more. A year ago, I took a stand, declared my intention, and dove in head first into studying the Sutras, history, philosophy, anatomy, asanas, yamas, niymas, limbs, the whole nine yards. Now, in my zillionth (so it seems) incarnation, I stand here toes splayed on my Lotus Pad mat, and state that I am a student of Yoga always, a yoga teacher (more about this to come) several times a week, and a practitioner of yoga in my daily life. My tools of the trade are my mat, The Yoga Sutras, loads of Nag Champa, a meditation bench hand-made by my dear Dad, my mentor Polly, and some killer playlists (also more about this upcoming … music, while controversial in yoga practice, is Prana to me.)
I am on the mat 6 days a week every week, some weeks find me on the mat all 7 days. I teach at least 3 classes each week, sometimes more. I love arm balances. I love inversions. I love the hard, crazy, defy gravity stuff, but I also love the sitting still stuff. I love Kirtan. I love bolsters. I love restorative yoga. I love Ashtanga. I love Hot Yoga (I don’t love Bikram – I have enough judgment in my life, thankyouverymuch.) I love Vinyasa. I love Kirpalu. I love it all and I want it alllllllll. Yes, I want it alllll (except the itty bitty yoga shorts. Leave those to Bikram … I’m leaving him alone.)
Yoga means many things, but one of the definitions is To Unite. And there’s a LOT of parts of me to Unite. I am excited to share it all here – The Good, The Bad, The Ugly (and we take a moment to think of Clint Eastwood …… ahhhhhhhhhh) of Sarahsana: Slip-sliding into Samadhi.
Coming up next…
You teach WHERE? and other bizarrely answered questions…
