Being serenaded by Michael Bublé while sipping a glass of pinot is a great ending to a yoga-filled weekend. I’m totally chill.
I’m new to this blogging thing and have no idea what a “widget” is or how to link my “gravatar”. It all sounds cool, and once I get it just as I want it, I’m sure it will look cool. But for now, I’ll just write. I’ve been inspired by others to blog my journey ~ my quest in yoga ~ to share with you my thoughts and ideas and, perhaps, a few personal revelations along the way.
I am currently seeking my 200-hour yoga teacher certification. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time but recently found the time and money to go for it. I could go on and on about why I love yoga, but let me just say “I LOVE YOGA”. I met some awesome people this weekend ~ my fellow yogis ~ and learned more about yoga and myself in 2 days than I have in a long time. And for the next 9 months, I will be spending one weekend a month with these awesome people, absorbing, soaking up everything I can while on the mat.
I have a new-found respect for yoga instructors. It’s not as easy as they make it look. I’ve been practicing yoga for almost 10 years now, faithfully for the past 6 years. I’m discovering new poses all the time and reaching new limits constantly. One of my favorite poses right now is mermaid. It opens the hips and the heart and feels awesome. I love it. But one of the most profound things I learned this weekend is no matter how much you know about yoga, no matter how long you’ve been practicing, how long you can hold each pose OR how many poses you can get into – if you haven’t found “your voice”, it is very difficult to instruct others, even fellow yogis who know exactly what to do and who laugh with you while you stumble over your words. But I’m learning. We’re learning, together. It’s a process. It’s a journey.
I also learned how much yoga brings balance and awareness into one’s life. Recently, I’ve been wearing only one contact lens (right eye), because my left eye has been (to use one of my instructor’s phrases) “jacked-up” lately. I love that…”jacked-up” haha… Anyway, I can’t do yoga in glasses because of how much I sweat, and if you know how blind I am without glasses, you can understand how off-balance I’ve felt. But with great guidance and concentration, I did pretty well. I tell you, the body is an amazing thing. When one eye is blurred-out, the brain tries to ignore it and focus on the well-seeing eye. At times, I could completely ignore the blurred-out left eye. However during my practice this weekend, I noticed my left eye wanting to be part of everything. The blur was very apparent. I even noticed at times I saw more blur than clarity, almost like it was saying, “Hey, don’t forget about me!” Yeah, I know, you’re probably thinking…“Sabrie, you really shouldn’t be wearing only one contact.” Well maybe so. But it taught me that despite whatever may be out of balance in our lives, yoga helps to bring us back to center and find that balance, even if only for a few hours. Soon those few hours will turn into days, those days will turn into weeks, and those weeks will turn into… well, you get the idea. Yoga teaches us to cure what need not be endured and to endure what cannot be cured.
So today, I wish you peace, patience, and perseverance in all of your activities. And hopefully I’ll be back to binocularity soon!