If there's one thing I have learned after teaching yoga for 10 years it's that I am able to offer my best self and best teaching when I show up as no one else but my authentic, wobbly self. The only way I can truly teach the way I want to and pass on what I've learned is to be myself instead of what I think a yoga teacher is supposed to be.
Last Saturday morning, I was feeling rather raw and emotional. I started talking about how grateful I am for the yoga room, for how it doesn't matter who you are or where you come from, the yoga room is a safe space, where we can be ourselves, support each other, and communicate without even having to talk. As I spoke of this, my eyes filled with tears. I carried on with class but didn't try to pretend I wasn't feeling sad (about the state of worldly events). Others were feeling it, too. I think we have enough masks in our closets. Thinking we have to carry about being something other than what we are is exhausting. Life is lighter when we can look into people's eyes, pass on a smile, a nod, a hug, a laugh.
When we all allow ourselves to be vulnerable and show up as we are, each day, even when it feels scary, we can see we're all in this together, doing our best, having fun, swearing, crying, laughing, figuring it out, or not, little by little.
(photo: Tamara Michelle Photography)