Seven people showed up for morning yoga on this warm Saturday morning, and 12 showed up at 5:30. It was a stellar day: sunny, highs in the 70s. I would have had a hard time showing up on such a splendid day, but they didn’t.
It is hard to wake up, I must say, mainly because I can’t get to bed early enough. Energy management is THE issue. Ran 6 miles after yoga, walked Boomer, went up to the softball game for awhile, then taught the 5:30 class. Pigeon was featured. (Love Pigeon.)
Tomorrow is Easter Sunday and Brenna is teaching both classes. I am excited. I have never experienced her class, but I like her. She makes a point to talk to people before class. She knows lots of my yogarians already and we are clear on what’s really important about teaching yoga. I told her about what Swami Kripalu said when he came to the ashram in Sumneytown. He said: “I have not come here to teach you, I have come here to love you. And the love will teach you.”
I’m not so concerned with perfect poses. I am absolutely concerned with the health, vitality and the well-being of he people who come to practice. I think Brenna and I are on the same page in that regard.
I am going to sleep in tomorrow and then make the 5:30 class. I will get to TAKE CLASS!
What a gift.