It’s Sunday morning. I love Sunday mornings. I awake inspired, energized, ready for … well, just about anything, really. I drink coffee in my pjs, I listen to great music. My husband doesn’t have to rush off to work. The kids are happy. Even my dog, Hank, is extra mellow. It’s a good time. Energy flows and creativity is abundant. Good thing because Sunday has also become my Work Day.
I teach two classes on Mondays. Some times I have lots of classes following that. For example, I’m teaching 8 classes in the next 9 days. I’m super excited, a little nervous, but ready and willing and more than a little hyped up thinking about it.
I put a lot of work into my classes. I know of so many yoga teachers who put on the music and let it flow. Sometimes I do that, but I always want MORE for myself. I like to spend the time thinking of what I want to get out of each class and what I want to give. I think of new flows, new sequences. I wonder about music. I dream of it. I write about it. I see it when I close my eyes. This is part of MY yoga. It’s part of my process.
I woke this morning thinking of a new way to link several different asanas together. I thought of music I might play and wondered which class would respond to MC Yogi and which classes would think I had lost my mind. I opened my eyes and saw myself in front of my classes, speaking, guiding, moving, bending, stretching, BREATHING! I could almost feel the energy swirl around me and let me tell you, it’s infectious. Holy crow, I love my job!
But that’s sort of the thing – it’s not just my job. I don’t think I would do it if it were just my J-O-B. It’s like my worship. It’s like my church. It’s like my bliss. It is my meditation. It’s like my opium. It’s my drug of choice. It is a labor of love, it is a long slow deep holistic foreplay culminating in the ultimate yoga (yoga can be defined as union) on and off the mat. And I get to share all of that with anyone who wants it. HOW AWESOME IS THAT???
I don’t know if I’ll always work through my process this way. Probably not – that’s the whole point of a process, yes? To learn, understand, grow, and move on? I hope, however, that I will always have my Sunday mornings of mental asanas, of musical journeys, of dedicated devotion. I hope I always attend my “church” in stretchy clothes, with heart as wide open as Wal-Mart at 6am on Black Friday, with my body singing praises of peace and enlightenment, and my whole existence expanding expanding expanding!
It’s all part of the process.