What is Yoga 308

Life is a constant struggle of balancing our body on both a physical and emotional side. Through yoga I have learned several life lessons. Yoga 308 is a goal I set for myself to do at least 60 minutes of yoga for 6 days a week for the next year. I invite anyone to join me on this adventure as I blog about some of my daily experiences. This is not intended to show that I have found peace and tranquility, but rather give my honest feelings of my journey. Enjoy.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Day 305 - Every yoga instructor gives us a lesson to learn

I practiced at home today.  It was gentle yin like postures mixed in with some handstand practice and headstands.  The last couple of days after I sit up from savasana (corpse pose) I have had some pretty vivid visions.  Yesterday it was of a bull with monkey's swinging from it's horns (please do not judge).  Today it was a straight line of butterflies flying towards a Buddha statue.  I have no idea what any of that means, just thought it was pretty neat to see.

I have been doing yoga so much, I feel like I have slowly become a yoga snob.  I have had so many yoga teachers over the last 305 days.   I have met some excellent instructors.  I have been introduced to some yoga greats like Dharma Mittra, Max Strom, and Beryl Bender Birch.  I have met instructors that were supposed to be greats, but I feel are just out for money.  I have met instructors that think their teaching abilities put them on a higher level then others.  I have been instructed by people who had done yoga for a total of 3 months.

I would love to be taught by Dharma Mittra 6 days a week, but I do not live in Manhattan,  Chances are if I did practice with Dharma six days a week I would find a way to get sick of it.  I know who the instructors are that I enjoy to be around.  I also know that the others that keep me out of my meditative focus.  Over the last couple months I have been changing my attitude towards instructors.

The truth is that each instructor is teaching me something.  Some at one point can become my external distraction rather then a meditative guide.  There is a point where I have to ask myself why.  Why do these instructors throw me off my game.  Most of them mean well.  I know that a lot of the time I feel like the postures I am being put in have no rime or reason.  Other times I feel like the instructor is trying so hard to say something positive and inspiring that they never shut up.

These are my yoga lessons.  Life is never the way we anticipate it to be.  There are so many challenges in this world.  How can I not loose my composure when a class is not going the way I like.  If it is not a posture I agree with can I continue on with my practice without thinking too much about this.  Can I blot out the nonstop inspirational instructor and keep my mind at ease.  Can I flow through any practice and find my internal self?

I know Ashatanga is my type of yoga, yet I go to other practices.  I can practice Ashtanga on my own at home.  This is where I am truly finding out who I am.  When I go into a new studio or class I now go into it with an open heart and find out what each one of these instructors are there to teach me.  Is it to learn a gentler side of myself, an understanding that the breath is the main focus in yoga, or a test to see if I can stay humble and at peace.