Hey remember in the 5th grade when you had a whole two months to write a book report, but you waited until the Sunday before it was due on Monday morning?
No?
Shit, I must be the only one in the whole free world who procrastinated even way back then.
Hey, why do you think I joined this cockamamie stickk.com challenge?

So let’s get this goin’…

Post # 3 of this week:
(post # 2 is still in draft mode. I just can’t find the idea of sharing my issues with “my little diabetic burning man ranger” THAT interesting, really.

Usually, Sundays are solely dedicated to yoga.
If anyone knows me, they’re well aware that it’s my long-time passion, and that I’ve been a dedicated practitioner for four years. I still have a long way to go, but I have a lifetime ahead of me as far as I’m concerned.

I had already mentioned last week’s 108 challenge and the pleasure I had in reconnecting with my previous teachers. However, there’s a particular issue I had not touched upon which I find extremely important in anyone’s yogic’s life lesson.

A little over two years ago, before I started working for K***, I used to attend the Sunday afternoon community class at Purple Yoga in Long Beach.
Regardless of the teacher’s physical beauty, her lesson-approach was formulaic and her personality was as monotone as her voice.
The last time I chose to endure her class, I made sure to graciously thank her after practice and then she asked me why I had not been there for so long.
I replied that I was spending a lot of time in Santa Monica, and that I was still practicing regularly but wherever I had the occasion to do so.

That’s when it got eye-openingly yeecchhh.

She began to read me the riot act on the wrongdoings of having too many teachers. Almost to the point of guilt tripping.
She felt that I should stick to one studio, and learn from all I could form that one style and keep the purity of my practice in that manner.

Needless to say I thanked her for her “wisdom” and never went back to her class AGAIN!
Who’s ever heard of growing by remaining in one place? I’m sure it exists, but why?

So here’s my piece of advice. If you truly love yoga, do not allow yourself to fall into the limitations of one teacher or one style. It’s a journey into transformation.
Suck that marrow baby!
Take all you can from everyone, and leave the rest behind. Every teacher has something to teach you, even the bad ones. They, above all others, show you what you DON’T want, and for some THAT is the most important lesson.

Yes, please, stick with what or whom you resonate with the most. But learning from other teachers allows you the mental flexibility which goes in hand with your body. It opens your heart up and like water it allows you to flow.
So go. Try. Do.
Move over. Move under. Move around. Flow through.
Shape your body, your heart, your mind the same way water shapes and smoothes out a river stone.
Effortlessly. With love, gratitude, and gentility.
After all, he greatest power, requires the lightest touch…

Namaste bitches!