Despite incessant resolutions to commit to my practice, I have long struggled with creating a daily sadhana that sticks. The stereotype of a committed yogi, though, is one who wakes before the sun and spends hours on their mat followed by a long meditation, incense burning and sitar music playing in the background. Right? There [...]
I was speaking to a friend recently who, like me, was missing a retired yoga teacher that had had a profound impact on her. Neither of us has felt a connection to another teacher in the same way. As a result, our practices have been feeling pretty blah. My friend put words to the exact [...]
I’m just going to say it: I am fed up with the “yoga every damn day” mantra. Along with the insta’d images of one armed handstands and beachfront backbends, I feel like this is just another way to yoga shame. I’m willing to admit this may be projection on my part. But, for every day I don’t get on my mat — and let me tell you, between the holidays, a new puppy, and a blizzard, there have been MANY of those lately — I can’t help but feel this hashtag is directed squarely at me. What I read into it is “If you were a real yogi, you wouldn’t let anything stand in your way of a daily practice.” I hear that familiar chant of “bad yogi, bad yogi, bad yogi” in my head.
Recently, I took a yoga class after which the thought occurred to me that I had no business teaching whatsoever. It wasn’t because the poses were particularly fancy or that we were doing something I hadn’t done thousands of times before. It was just obvious that this particular teacher had an amazing base of knowledge. The wisdom she possessed was not necessarily a tangible thing, but it was powerful nonetheless. And it was something I felt I didn’t have.