On Monday I had an amazing yoga class.
Here’s what happened.
I started them in Mountain pose. There were about a dozen of them, a mix of men and women,— mostly people who’ve been practicing together for years.
They know each other.
They like each other.
They’re yoga friends.
I started them in Mountain pose and then I called on them, one by one, to take us into the next pose.
It was like a Choose Your Own Adventure class.
Nobody could predict what was coming next, or when their name would be called. They had to be thinking all the time: What will I do next if she happens to call on me?
And I had to be thinking all the time: Who is going to pick something challenging here? And: Who is going to pick something easier?
So I was kinda orchestrating it, based on what I knew about them, and what kind of practice they like.
I told them at the start the only 2 poses that were off-limits were Child and Savasana.
They groaned. Then laughed.
What transpired was freaking amazing.
Warriors, a triangle, a balance pose, and a Surya B.
There were some lunges, pigeon, and a bridge. Then fish, and a twist.
Each person talked the class through their pose. Their sequencing was intelligent and fun. I did it with them.
It was awesome. They were amazing. I’ve been telling everyone who will listen, about it.
I’ve had a perma-grin since Monday.
Being a yoga teacher is the best gig ever.
Especially here. With these people.
I’m so lucky.