Today a visiting teacher told me I have a beautiful practice. I am humbled…and it is a very welcome observation at this point in the challenge. I am not feeling particularly beautiful…a bit lumpy, creaky and ungraceful…so I am grateful that what is coming out is something different from what I perceive.
As a teacher, I often feel that I am on display – not in a bad way, more like the students just want to see what this person who tells them what to do does in her own class. To that end, I try to be the type of student I want them to be:
- Focus in class
- Move with the words
- No towel wiping or excess water drinking
- No sitting out postures (unless I’m about to fall down – rare, but has happened)
- Perform each posture with integrity and precision
- Do my best each and every class
My postures are not about to win any asana championship; my body and I have much to heal and open. I didn’t start doing yoga until I was 40 – that’s 40 years of damage through both activity, couch potato behaviour and poor eating habits. The yoga has been great for me to reverse some of what I have done to my body. I have felt my practice to be solid and up until this last year, perhaps even flowing, graceful.
But not beautiful…need to flip the switch, get the head in line with the heart so that the outside and inside are indeed on the same page. Beautiful!