People ask me what my favourite part of teaching is, and I would say that it would be when students realize that they can do anything. ANYTHING.
Why? Because I know that feeling, too. It’s utterly intoxicating. There’s just no greater feeling.
To me, a very important part of teaching yoga is trust. In my experience, students move forward more bravely when they trust the teacher – when they feel their progress actually matters. Sharing the joy of progress also fuels more growth down the road.
The past couple of classes I’ve taught, I’ve witnessed several major (physical) breakthroughs in the regulars. Had it not been unprofessional, I would’ve jumped for joy in the hot room for them. An even better part is when the students are in shock of what they had just done! In those moments, I cease to exist, it is all about them. As their vulnerability lay in a puddle of their own sweat, their inner power grows. I don’t know who wouldn’t humbled by witnessing that.
I’ve had amazing teachers who helped me find those moments, those breakthroughs in my practice. The only way I know how to thank them properly is to give the same to my own students. And as a reminder to my fellow teachers…one day you may inspire a student to return your good will to others.
As I continue to teach, I pay it forward in gratitude. I encourage you all to do the same. Your world will be better for it.
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” ~ Virginia Woolf
1. advocating social, political, legal, and economic rights for women equal to those of men.
2. an advocate of such rights.
Artist: Mari Naomi
To all those who make the world a better place for the marginalized and the oppressed, thank you. Because of those who fought for our rights, I can vote, study, have access to abortion. Hopefully within this century, I will earn equal pay for equal work with my male counterparts.
Happy International Women’s Day!!
I am not a big birthday celebration kind of person, as I always shy away from being the centre of attention. Many of my friends don’t even know my actual birthdate. But I felt that I needed to write this post, if only to serve as a reminder.
I found my 20s to be adventurous, filled with discoveries of people and places, and filled with fearlessness. I jumped as high as possible, and ran away as far as I could. All the things your 20s are supposed to be.
But I found it equally exciting as it was tumultuous. This decade was of loss and lessons alongside the struggle of figuring out who I was. I experienced heartbreaks one time too many, hardening my shell more and more as time went by.
So on my 30th birthday, when the clock struck midnight, I sighed with relief. It was as if I had been holding my breath until that moment, and finally let go.
As if my letting go needed to be more exhaustive beyond the breath, I also unexpectedly allowed myself to cry, not to weep, but to release – to release old heartaches and the tension my body held onto so tightly for protection.
That night, I slowly let go of what insecurities, uncertainties, and precariousness I could, wishing them to sail away with my 20s. In their place, I wished myself peace.
I didn’t have grand plans to be symbolic or introspective. I just wanted to a little bit of cake. Who knew I was also able to set a part of the past free…unexpectedly?
“I was raised to believe that excellence is the best deterrent to racism or sexism. And that’s how I operate my life.”