A gravitational pull towards new hobbies, interests or lifestyle is usually catalysed from an underlying force. Whether it be a positive, or negative one, we sometimes shift focus, and open our mind to new thoughts and ideas. As the initial interest/reasoning for your new found adventure fades away, you’re slowly introduced to various aspects of said new ventures.
I found Yoga, I got woke.
Starting off as a fitness pursuit, essentially an additional element to be layered on top of an already rigorous regime, I thought, ‘hot yoga’, ‘Surely that’ll make me lose more weight? and if not, at least I’ll be a bit more stretchy’.
Upon reflection, and to cut myself some slack, I was much younger and my frame of my mind mirrored that of a triangle pose stance.. narrow!
However I slowly began to find myself spending more time on the mat, and less time running outside, or in the gym lifting weights. In heightened times of stress, whether it be due to exams, or an overwhelming workload, I’d revert back to the practice to frustratingly pose and breath out the heightened sense of anxiety (which I was admittedly inflicting upon myself, yoga tends to give you a gate way into self learning, some of which you may not like). But whatever the mood, or emotion I was feeling, deep sadness or heightened elation, I’d find myself back on my mat, forcing myself to acknowledge, sit with and work through the underbelly of whatever that days internal aura was. All before melting into a glorious Savanasa, guaranteeing a temporary escape from the all too familiar insomnia I was so often experiencing.
Yoga is a slow burner, you attend a few classes and depending on the teacher, and or studio, your experiences are worlds apart, some more physical or philosophy based, the term ‘fluffier’ comes to mind. But each having something invaluable to offer, and with each practice your eyes, and your mind, are opened to something more than the asanas.
I couldn’t quit put my finger on it but although I was still pushing myself physically, I didn’t leave feeling depleted, ravenous with the hunger (hangry), over stimulated with energy that I then so often had to desperately give back out to the universe, usually in an irritated, frantic type state. Externally I was still puffy faced and sweating post practice, but internally I was calm, energised, balanced and restored. Some might even say I was a little bit more pleasant to be around.
A twice weekly practice grew , and after a few years of dipping in and out, depending on life’s agenda, I finally decided I wanted to pursue my Yoga Teacher Training, for two main reasons.
1. Deepen my own practice and understanding of Yoga.
2. Share with others what yoga gave me, a new frame of mind, a physically and mentally stronger self, a deeper understanding of who I am and what makes me thick, and not to mention, a little bit of zen.
Whether you’re a seasoned athlete, or a veteran to Netflix, different forms of yoga, and different teachers offer something for everyone. The only way you’ll experience this bliss for yourself, is by giving it a go.
You might even touch your toes along the way!