11/17/2021
Yoga.
Well...over the last 19 (give or take) years, it has honestly been a love/hate relationship.
My first years of taking yoga, I HATED IT.
I was especially annoyed with the 10 minutes at the end where we would just lay there in the dark and think.
That time carved out at the end scared the s**t out of me. So much, in fact, that my first two years of taking this ridiculous class, I would just roll up my mat and leave.
I really didn't have time for this.
Fast forward to present day.
20 years of taking yoga.
15ish (?) years of teaching yoga.
And I still have this love/hate relationship with this practice.
Only I realize that this relationship has more to do with myself. When I'm on my mat, whether I'm teaching or receiving, it is my time with Jesus. It's there where I truly feel like His perfect daughter.
Sometimes it's silly, sometimes physically draining, sometimes still and quiet.
Regardless, it's our time. It's my God time. And this time is sacred.
That is what I want to fulfill as a teacher, to introduce my students to this practice of inviting Jesus on the mat.
Mind.
Body.
Spirit.
And for them to realize that while I might be the one at the front of the room instructing breath, movement and stillness...it has nothing to do with me. This is about them and God.
We all need each other.
We were created for community.
Especially these days. I truly believe what we really need is eye-contact, a smile, a hug, and grace.
Grace with each other, and grace with ourselves.
Regardless of race, religious beliefs, political standpoints, medical history, masked, unmasked, etc...
Just good old-fashioned GRACE.
I truly think down deep in my human heart, that is what Jesus wants too.
So, I will continue trying, as I hope you will too.
Even when I start messing things up again the minute I step off my mat and into the world.
