"How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin"

At last, the inspiration for the title of this blog is coming into fruition. (I have discovered that almost everything I write eventually comes true in one form or another, if I write it well enough. I choose to see this as a blessing, though it has its downside.) My yoga teacher training is two months shy of completion, and we have now entered into the student teaching portion of the course. I’ll be giving classes to some of my friends this coming week, and will probably be assistant teaching a class of real live yogis on Wednesday (unless someone else signs up to assist that class before I do).

I was nervous when I learned that the next portion of the course would include student teaching. I knew it was coming, of course, or at least I should have known, but I guess I just didn’t think much about it. Two things occurred to me which have mitigated my fears, at least mostly:

  1. This is the whole point of the training. Now is not the time to question myself.
  2. Samskara is a Sanskrit word; briefly, it means a sort of emotional scar or pattern which effects our interactions with the world (and the conditions of our eventual rebirth, if you buy into that sort of thing). I realized that worrying about teaching was creating a new samskara for me to deal with, and frankly, I don’t need any more samskaras to deal with. Not if I can avoid them.

Still, I’m somewhat nervous. I am about to leap feet first into the crucible, and I’m not certain what will happen. Probably best not to think about it too much.

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One Response

  1. No thinking. Just doing. Good thing.

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