This is a Thank You to my Students

Today I woke up feeling a little bit blue for no reason aside from the mounting realities and responsibilities of this adult life that I'm still getting used to. Maybe because it's March. I often feel as soon as this particular month hits so does an overwhelming sense of dysphoria that seems to mirror the gray days that stumble by on our long journey to spring. I went about my morning as usual, but this feeling would not lift. I looked in my drawer of yoga clothes uninspired, I did not plan for class, I walked out the door dragging my mat behind me.

Driving to teach I was still wondering about my mood (I tend to psychoanalyze myself I've realized...during such introspection...). I came up short of any logical explanation, and so I just drove. The frost heaves and pot holes that have developed seemingly out of nowhere due to the expand-contract-expand-contract indecisiveness of the weather, annoyed me more than usual. I need to get my cars alignment checked after all this turbulence. 

I got to my class, said hello, laid down my mat, got some music going. I didn't bother pasting on a smile. After all, being a yoga teacher is about being authentic. I'm entitled to feel the ebb and flow of life. I might practice yoga, but I still feel blue sometimes. Actually, I think I often feel more good AND bad because I do yoga. I'm open. I just feel more. 

So I sat on my mat and started class. The moment we started a sense of calm washed over me. Maybe it was because I was simply on my mat. But I think the truth is that by leading class this morning, I was supporting my own well-being, and being supported by my students. Seeing their familiar faces, eyes closed in meditation, shoulders sliding down the back, crown reaching tall...I felt that not only was I there for them, creating this space where they can unfold and lay down their burdens if only for an hour, but they were there for me, holding this space.

I began to feel lighter and brightened as the class went on. Whatever it was that had been bothering me seemed to slide in layers to the floor. By the end of class, I felt like myself again. Renewed and restored to my buoyant, resilient self. I couldn't believe that my students were thanking ME.

This is for my students who show up for class even when their life is pulling them in so many different directions. I hope they understand each time they show up they are not only holding space and helping themselves, but holding space for each other and for me as the teacher. Together we are building a community that can lift spirits.

Slow Flow

Thursdays are my day off. Usually I make an effort to get to a yoga class for myself. Yesterday, however, I caught myself thinking I should go to class so to get inspiration to teach my own classes. Sometimes this works...and it is a necessary part of my own practice to study with others and be exposed to new sequencing, movements, etc. But for whatever reason, instead I decided to see if I could inspire myself on my mat.

My boyfriend was home from work, so not wanting to monopolize the living room with the nice hardwood floors, I went into our "sitting room", a carpeted side room off of our bedroom. The sitting room probably has the most warped floors in our apartment...maybe even in the old house (I had realized this when we moved in and tried to arranged furniture...everything looking all lopsided and like it was going to fall over and we had to fix it by putting cardboard strips underneath the legs of dressers and standing lamps--but I had forgotten about this characteristic until I lay my mat down). It took some getting used to, but putting my mat at a strange angle in the space seemed to be the best solution.

I turned on some music and set the intention for inspiration. I suppose I do feel inspired every day...but not enamored by it like I used to. But in order for this inspiration to flow through me and into my students, I must learn how to better grasp it, or, more accurately, let it grasp me.

I did not have any other intention or direction for my practice and so I just moved as I felt inspired. It was a slow flow, moving from down dog first, to ragdoll for ten breaths, back to plank for eight breaths. I did this about five times, stretching my breath as long as it would carry me.

In the midst of this slow flow I realized three things: 1. I can always find inspiration on my mat if I just slow down, close my eyes, and let my body lead. 2. Something I never realized before is that throughout my practice I will say to myself, "stop the struggle". That is when I melt deeper into a pose. It's how I find surrender and is a great sense of comfort to me. And 3. Sometimes, a real slow flow with long breaths is the way to go.

I continued to flow, linking postures and breaths in new ways that I had never done before. It felt good. I concocted a flow from twisting knee down lunge, windmilling the arms up and into a supported backbend. I studied the breath and how it felt best to inhale and exhale with these movements.

I stood up and despite the warped floor I did a long balancing sequence. I connected to my core. I realized another thing I say to myself in my practice. The moment I feel that tipsy feeling like I might fall, I say to myself "I can do this", and I do. In that moment when the mind has a choice to freak out and say "no no no!", years of practice (and muscle memory) have helped my mind to say very calmly, "yes, I can do this". I believe it, and so I stay. It's very simple.

Sometimes the best practice is at home by yourself where there is no one telling you what to do or what to feel. It is just like a poem: creativity within structure. The creativity is your mind and your practice, the structure is your mat. It is an opportunity to really listen to your mind and understand, maybe for the first time, the subtle words you speak to yourself when you practice. It is a chance to be inspired by the simplest things--by the only things that are truly with you for the entirety of your life: you body and your breath.

Bring Your Mat With You

I love to travel. It removes me from my everyday neuroses--mainly my controlled environment, routine, and perfectionism.  I've been privileged enough to travel to several different countries, mostly with other people. But there have also been times where I have stepped out on my own to explore the world.

One of my strongest and most cherished memories is traveling to England to study abroad my junior year of college. The experience as a whole fell a little flat, looking back on it, but there is one moment that I mark as a peak experience in my life. I had three large bags I was lugging around, trying to get from Heathrow airport to somewhere in the large city--a very new city for me. It was morning rush hour on the tube, I was hungry, disoriented, and extremely sleep deprived. As I arrived at my stop, gathered my bags and stepped off of the tube a great calm amidst the chaos washed over me. In this moment I knew that I was never alone. I knew that I was always with myself and that I was, in fact, my own best friend. It was such a relief to just buddy up with myself like this and it was such a powerful, secure feeling that I often think of it when I am feeling overwhelmed, out of place, or disoriented.

I contribute this insight to my yoga practice. It is fascinating to look back at the undulating, twisting-turning patterns that a consistent yoga practice takes--all on its own, it seems. Looking back, it's clear to me now that during this time in my life my yoga practice was beginning to open me up to myself. This opening never stops, it only changes perspectives, depth and clarity.

This weekend I am visiting my father in Illinois. I'm only here for a few short days, but I had to pack a bag big enough to hold my yoga mat. I didn't even think twice about bringing it. When I am out of my element, it is like a security blanket. Even if I don't use it while I'm here, its bright red mass reminds me that I'm always here for myself--no matter where I am in the world.

Eat Dessert First

Growing up, my room was always the cleanest in the house. Ever since I was very young, I had a compelling need for order in my life. These days, I still have that same hunger for organization--I surround myself with to-do lists, I have tidy piles of folders that contain my bills (in order) among other things. I make the bed every day. It's just how I am. It's how I thrive.

But I've begun to notice how this is also how I get in my own way. If I want to meditate all the dishes must be done. If I want to get on my mat, I absolutely need to fold that pile of laundry first. If I'm going to write I must respond to all my e-mails and take a shower and do everything else before I sit down.

Some people need more organization in their lives. I'm beginning to think that I need less--or maybe I just need to do what I really want to do first and do the dishes later.

I was talking to a friend yesterday and when I was telling her how I was compelled to leave my desk job to teach yoga full-time, she said, "Yes! this is not a dress rehearsal!" Though I find myself fulfilled by my career, I realized her words compelled me to look at my every day life and the ways in which I get in the way of doing the things I love. 

It's not easy making those changes, though. Here I am writing, feeling the nagging need to check my inbox for the first time today--'Oh my goodness! What if there's something important?' Part of me wonders. But really, what could be more important that doing what makes me happy in this moment. This is no dress rehearsal, this is life, the real thing. Live it.

Growing Pains

When is the last time someone told you that things are just as they should be? When is the last time someone told you that you're just perfect the way you are? What if I told you these things now, would you believe me? Probably not. These are things you have to know by yourself.

When I move through a rough patch in life, I have learned that the hardest part about experiencing that suffering is my belief that I should not be going through this. I think to myself, "I do not belong here!" I argue with my greater self/the universe/god that I work so hard to be a good person, surely I am not deserving of this! But still, no matter how I disagree and fight, my life moves through its undulating pattern and it pulls me with it.

Sometimes, though (and these times are rare), I am able to take a small step back from my stance as a victim of life's ups and downs. These are the times I am able to put things into perspective and understand that my life is so minuscule--like looking at a clear night sky and seeing a plethora of stars you didn't know existed; and yet, my being is at the same time a microcosm of the entire universe. 

Especially when times are tough and our lives are challenging, we tend to take it all so personally. That is good in some respects because we begin to learn how our actions and our energies have contributed to this struggle. At the same time, it is important to see that your life has brought you to this challenge so that you can gather experience and strength from it.

Life can sometimes feel utterly cruel, but ultimately, our lives are only attempting to open us up to our greater selves, and to realize that we are exactly where we are meant to be and who we are meant to be. Instead of struggling against the tide, next time you find yourself suffering, try to go with it, even embrace it. This is your experience to grow from--use it.

To Manifest

I'm beginning to see a common thread weaving through my life: I don't think I'm good enough. Sure, I know that I have good friends, I'm well-liked, I have people that love me for who I am and nothing more, but when it comes to manifesting the things in life I feel I deserve, I second guess myself. I stop writing because I think it's in vein. I spread my arts and crafts all over the kitchen table, dedicate a few weeks to creating, and then I hit a wall. I buy fancy cookware and cook books, and they collect dust on the stove and on the shelf. I have so many resources at my fingertips, but when it comes to going through with something completely, or putting myself out there in any kind of risky way, I freeze.

I'm taking this year to listen more closely to my intuition. She says to create, to flourish, to do the things I love. But there is a part of me that battles it out with my intuition, it asks the type of questions that hold me down time and time again--or rather, it doesn't ask questions, it simply says: you can't do that. It says, "You can't make money by selling arts and crafts, Jane." "You'll never make enough money simply teaching yoga," "You don't know the first thing about cooking," "No one is going to publish you...No one even knows about you,".

Instead of standing up to these voices, I give pause. Doubt, right now, is my biggest enemy. So instead of learning to listen more to my intuition this year, maybe I need to make the commitment to act on it more often. I fear that others will question me and doubt my actions, but I must remember that their doubts are only a reflection of my own. Perhaps that doubt is some form of parental love--only trying its best to protect me from myself. Perhaps. And if that's the case, I will simply say to myself, I understand that you're scared and you are only trying to protect me, and I appreciate that, but let's open up this channel that is blocked by fear and learn to manifest things that flow in and feed my spirit, instead of just protecting it. 

Soon, I hope to learn to approach these challenges in my life the same way I approach challenges on my mat: just going for it. I remember being a beginner and thinking to myself, "I can't do that!" Now, several years later, I can't remember the last time I had those thoughts in class. It doesn't matter if I can't do it perfectly, I always try. If I fall, I laugh. If I get hurt, I take it easy. If it takes years to do something, that's okay because I'm still doing something I love.