I can’t even begin to describe the feeling but wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles; I accomplished the unimaginable feat of teaching my first official yoga class yesterday.
Four years ago when I landed in a Vinyasa-Flow class on a fluke, I couldn’t even begin to get into child’s pose and that was quite a joke because child’s pose is a resting pose! I would repeatedly look at the clock; I would stop to wipe my sweaty brow; I would pray the teacher would walk to the opposite side of the room; I would collapse at the end and wonder how I would make it home.
But being a dedicated student, I took the teacher at her word: Breathe. Do what you can. Breathe. Take your time. Breathe. Allow the space in your body to relax. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Then as in all of life, planets align, events happen, people meet, opportunities present themselves and voilà I am living proof that even the most inflexible, tight, tense physical being is well on her way to complete rest in child’s pose.
CONGRATS! It’s a wonderful beginning.
Now you can be the best yoga teacher of all since you remember/feel how it was to be stiff.