To say that yoga teacher training is intensive really doesn’t scrape the surface of the reality of 3 months dedicated to learning what it is to come home to yourself.
The physicality that the body goes through spending between 3 – 6hrs a day learning and understanding the asanas by all means is just astounding. And to awake on a Sunday morning being barely able to sit up in bed or walk to the bathroom with every minute muscle aching and reminding you that it is there, you’ve ignored me and yes I’m going to tell you with every step you take today that I am here and I am alive!
Somehow I manage to get showered, dressed and start the journey to class in the knowledge I have another full day of yoga to face, with my body constantly reaffirming I am here, I am alive and I am awake.
At week three I am grateful for the pain of the first few weeks because this is where the hard part begins. Your body is now happily leaning into the poses and the physical aspect although not necessarily easier is now at least familiar and the strain is less immense and more of a subtle vibration in the background.
This is where the truth begins, the tale that you have told yourself for so many years starts to unravel and the struggle between my ego, the truth and my mat starts…
