Tonight I attended a beginner yoga practice that’s left me completely blissed out. I am still smiling from ear to ear — for no reason other than I feel healthy, positive and happy. It’s just that simple.
I paid special attention tonight to the language used by the yoga instructor, someone who consistently has me leaving her classes feeling better than when I entered them.
I learned that she isn’t “perfect” — at least, not by Moksha video review standards.
She sprinkled many of Daren’s “banned words” throughout the practice. (It’s funny how my ears catch that stuff now.) There were points where she left (what I always thought were) critical cues out. And she prefaced a few of the poses by explaining the benefit — something that I was told not to do yesterday in training class, but have always found really helpful as a student.
Yet, none of this bothered me, or made the practice any less effective. (I actually felt a little guilty for mentally filing away these “ohnoshedidn’t” moments during the practice.) Like I said, this yoga instructor’s classes are among my favorites.
What does this teach me? In the end, there really is no “right” way to teach. There may be more effective ways — absolutely. But all of these little nuances on which I’m suddenly getting all hung up, that needs to stop. As long as the effects of what I’m teaching resonate with the students, I’m doing my job as yoga’s humble messenger.
Thank you, lovely yogini teacher who wasn’t perfect (by Moksha video review standards).