03/16/2026
The Path of Curiosity, and the root of Inquiry. (long post)
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to be a student and attend a Yoga Class. This was extra special for me, as my daughter and her friend also attended the class. This became a moment of creating a beautiful memory with her. One not earmarked by pictures but by experience. I held this experience close to my heart all day.
It's rare for me to attend a class due to my schedule. Each time I practice, and can be led by another, it has a high impact on me. My energy is instantly elevated, and my mood shifts. This time, It was also a good reminder for me, as the studio was packed mat-to-mat. What my students might experience when we are full to capacity.
The drive home became a drive of reflection and contemplation. The hour back home encompassed a range of emotions.
As life does, it offered me an opportunity to take a birds-eye view. As Tias, would say.
In landing, I was silent. I observed others in the Joy of connecting in this space. And I smiled, as I see this often in our space. My studio,long ago, was silent, and now it is a community gathering.
Some started to practice, and one was worried about everyone being on the right circle with the mat. One, who does not like it when it is crowded. Her frustration was palpable. I could feel all of it. As we begin, the sounds of the loud breathers, who have not been corrected, the smells of those who may just have come from another workout, or simply do not understand the approach to the practice, is to enter clean. The one beside you, who is taking up more space to ensure she gets what she wants out of practice, with no awareness or maybe interest in making space for another. Those who enter late, with the expectation that you should make room for them. The ones in the back, who simply do what they want. Not aware of how this affects the whole.
My arms tremble from lack of personal discipline over the winter months. And I must remind myself, I am here. I made time in my day, and I am here.
There is a saying, it's all the practice. All of it.
For me, this is the Great Arena. The one I chose over and over to play and learn in. With all the edges included, it is still, to this day, after 20-plus years, liberation.