A funny thing happened on the way to 108….
On June 12th, I was honored to receive my Mala on the occasion of completing my 108th session in our wonderful studio. Although I would definitely have participated in all of these classes without the incentive of receiving such a lovely gift, I strongly feel that participating in this delightful form of recognition has allowed me to more deeply experience this segment of my yogini path.
I have learned so much from my teachers, most recently Randi (Yoga Inbound) and Ginny (Tai Chi). I thank Barbara for starting me on this Heart path. Jenne has been there from the beginning, providing important healing and continuing to lovingly offer a beautiful, grounded restorative experience. All of these women are incredible embodiments of the best of what Mind/Body practices have to offer. Equally important, I have benefited from the wise company of my yoga companions. These incredible women (and yes, sometimes men) inspire me, surround me with a strong sense of belonging, and offer such a powerful sharing of our yoga journey. I love you all!
This is what it has been like for me. I call Yoga my wonder drug. This practice is so much more than sitting like a pretzel and (hopefully) looking better in yoga pants. For me, it is the only endeavor that is truly and fully 360 degrees. I have learned that I will never arrive, but will always be on this journey. It is okay not to know. Some days are difficult and some flow so easily. It is a process of discovery of both one’s physical capabilities and of one’s Mind. It’s about letting go of fear and judgment. There are moments when you glimpse boundaries falling away and experience a bit of Grace. There are also days when it is tough, and about the best I can say is that I made it to class and have shared this time with my fellow yogis.
Randi said something recently that brought me an insight. She talked about how each of us is a multitude of characters in our own life story. Of course, my mind floated first to thinking about those characters who weren’t particularly admirable. But seconds later, I felt the most incredible peace and forgiveness knowing that each of these characters had a role to fulfill, and none need demand to take center stage again. What story could ever hold your interest if it contained only perfected characters?
I am grateful and privileged to share my journey with all of you dear souls! Namaste,
Debby
