Spent the morning at a cafe going over my notes.
I walked into the room while they were on lunch break. There was beautiful debris from what looked like a long, restorative morning practice scattered throughout the room. Straps, blocks, bolsters, blankets. Teacups and water bottles. The lights were off, never turned back on after their much loved shavasana. It was Sunday, I bet there was Kirtan too. I felt at home. This is my element. No longer part of my everyday as it once was, but how easy to sink back into such a familiar world.
The scene took me back several years to my own yoga teacher training experience. This studio, empty of students (at the moment), but filled with the tools and spirit of practice, could have belonged to my own class. An image that illustrated deeper experience... it's hard to explain, but you could tell this was not the remains of a typical Tuesday morning yoga class. This was a timeless snapshot that would offer solace to any yoga teacher.
I presented a program on whole food nutrition to a group of current yoga teachers in training. But really, we spent the afternoon learning from one another... as these things go.
This topic is very close to my heart. Anything to do with everyday life, framed by a yogic perspective, is my cup of tea. It was a wonderful workshop to be a part of and something I'd like to do again, either in real life or as an online offering. Inspiration abounds.
It's time to get a new week started now, but what a fine one I just left behind.
Good morning!
