The Moksha yoga teacher training program requires me to journal once each week about my experience with the poses and assignments + my practice and progress. This is part of that weekly assignment.
It seems like our teacher training classes have been on hiatus forever — even though it’s only been a month. It’s been slightly depressing. During this time, I’ve had to maintain some semblance of structure in my teacher training studies, without that weekly touch-point that essentially provided the framework I desired/needed. It’s required self-discipline during a time when family, friends and holiday spirit tug-and-pull-tug-and-pull at my time.
I’ve been reading and working (slowly) through our take-home midterm — but lacking the same gusto I had when our Sunday all-day sessions were taking place. I really loved those practice and training classes. They were the highlight of my week, and provided the inspiration I needed to keep up. Now, it’s all on me. And it’s just not the same. It’s not any “worse.” It’s just different, less intense. Perhaps I just miss that intensity.
Where I feel I have thrived is with my personal practice and curiosity in exploring new teachers’ styles. While on my recent river cruise through Europe, where I practiced each morning in the ship’s public lounge, a few middle-aged female passengers expressed to me a love of yoga. “At my age,” said one passenger, “it’s just so good for me and my body.” (I could have quipped back that it’s good for people of all ages, but I held my tongue.) Hearing this from these women, however, got me curious to explore a new niche of yoga student: the Baby Boomer student.
Just as with pregnant yogis, there are particular considerations to make with this group of yogis. I’ve attended a few of Erin Cowan’s Saturday morning classes, which is made up of almost all middle-aged men and women. The pacing is slightly slower and there is more restorative work. There is also a beautiful camaraderie among her students — something that I haven’t experienced in other Moksha classes. They are all mothers or fathers and use the time to share their life stories before/after practice. Sure, they all want to keep their bodies and minds strong, but there’s more going on in that room to complement that intention. It’s a community that’s comforting to be around. Like I’m in a room with my parents — 8 or so of them. I think I’ll continue attending that class, and see what blossoms as a result.
Also looking ahead: I’m eager to begin my apprenticeship with Kim and start anatomy classes with Shanna Linn. Both start next month.
The lull that came with this little holiday month hiatus is about to end … and I cannot wait.