02/11/2025
This morning my soul craved yoga, but my body needed me to be the student, not the teacher.
In 18 months of teaching, I’ve only attended two classes where I wasn’t in teacher mode.
Holding space for others, accommodating for each student’s needs, checking in on body language and delivering a clear, non-fluffy stretching and breathing practice - takes its toll.
Last night, while wandering around my house trying to figure out what my body needed, I felt drawn to message my dear friend Adelle Hemingway, who was teaching this morning.
I went to bed like a kid on Christmas Eve, knowing how I’d feel during and after today’s class.
Catching up with two of my closest yogis, who’ve guided me for years and who inspired me to pursue my yoga teacher training, this mornings class was exactly what my soul needed.
Today’s practice was a reminder: Our bodies often signal where we're holding tension. Today, my hips were tighter, my shoulder blades carried knots I didn’t know were there.
Often with hip work, for me, an emotional release follows, and today was no different. A warm hug from Bill Buckley afterward helped- thank you.
As teachers, givers, and caretakers, it’s easy to think we’re filling our cups by giving. But sometimes we’re not, because we’re not receiving what we truly need. My body needed yoga, and last night I nearly talked myself out of it.
What I really needed was to be the student and soak in the joy of being on the mat with like-minded people, receiving all the goodness yoga offers.
A big thank you to both Anita and Adelle for this morning’s hugs - my soul truly needed it. 🙏🩷