A Reluctant Yogi
As my initial training to be a yoga instructor is coming to completion, it is natural I think to turn introspective on that journey. I sit and look back over the course of the past 10 months and marvel at how dramatically my thoughts, my feelings, my beliefs, and my paradigms have shifted. I laugh now, as I recall the me who entered into that very first training weekend of our teacher training program. That version of me had no intention of being a yoga teacher, no intention of learning Sanskrit, no intention of ever sporting a mala (similar to prayer beads). I in fact scoffed at such things. Learn Sanskrit? How arrogant! Nobody in my yoga classes will know Sanskrit so why would I speak it to them? Isn't that just showing off? Wear a mala--and jump on the "yogi bandwagon" since every yogi I know is sporting one? Seems like another form of being sheep to me! Such were my thoughts 10 short months ago as I entered my training program. The sole reason for even joinin...