Class Notes, Week 60: Thesis workshop weekend

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.

This weekend, I completed my requirements for the Moksha 200-Hour Teacher Training program.  (And … ahem … I’ve racked up more than 500 hours.)  Only a handful of people are aware that I’ve finally crossed this yoga finish line.  And that’s fine by me.

Why?  This accomplishment won’t sink in until I’m physically handed my certification.  Something about seeing it on paper will make it … real.  Really real.  Once it’s real for me, then I’ll ring the bell for others to help me celebrate.  Until then, I’m savoring the quiet gratitude-joy-relief-disbelief that comes with this deeply personal celebration.

Delaying the trumpets also gives me time to delay the fact that this part of my journey — this goal of obtaining my Certified Yoga Teacher title — is complete.  There’s something a bit anti-climactic about that, however, as I know this journey is far, far, far, far, far from being complete.  This is just a baby step into something much bigger.

The teacher training program is more than what it implied on the surface: a program to train yoga teachers how teach poses and meditation.  Ha!  It was never that simple.  I knew that when I signed up.  It’s one of the reasons I signed up.  I knew this program would turn my life on its head, in some way, shape or form.  And that it did.

That’s what made my final thesis project so apropos.  My thesis was a summation of the past year-and-a-half.  Strip away the focus on the asana family focus (Inversions) and fixate on the second half of its title: “Turn Your Life Upside Down.”  I found the courage to do just that.  I am a living example of my thesis project.

The workshop itself went beautifully.  Two women attended — a teacher trainee set to graduate in March and my good friend Emilie.  While the workshop was small, I was glad for that intimacy.  The day before I taught a class of 20 students.  Getting deeply personal with two students is far easier than 20.  The number of students, however, doesn’t matter.  It was the potency of what I had to say.  And given all of the transitioning happening in my life right now, what I had to say came straight from the heart and personal experience.  It was timely, and it was authentic.

… I am a living example of my thesis project.

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