I had the pleasure of teaching my very first consistently scheduled yoga class this morning! Thank you to the lovely people who came to share some yoga. Following this morning’s class I felt compelled to share on Tale of Two Teachers about how my yoga practice informs my teaching practice. I’ve shared a bit on our blog about my yoga experiences, but I am aware that the concept of yoga can be a bit sensitive for people, so I try to steer clear of talking about it too much in most cases. Please know that the experiences I am writing about and sharing are my own opinions. I do not wish to force my opinions upon anyone (especially my students) and I do not intend to offend anyone with my opinions.
As many of you know, I’m a former rhythmic gymnast; I come from an extensive dance and gymnastics background, so my extension to the yoga mat really is the only natural “next step”. I started practicing yoga back in my gymnastics days, but have come to take it more seriously in recent years. At first, I wanted to do yoga to fix what I like to call my “million dollar spine” (hello, chronic spinal injuries!) Thankfully, this plan has worked for the most part. Like many people who start practicing yoga for one reason or another, the benefits of the physical practice eventually reached my mind (which has needed a LOT of work!) In case you didn’t pick up on how anxious and nervy I can be, let me be the first to wholeheartedly admit that I tend to have anxious, nervous meltdowns every now and then. We all do. BUT – the great part is that through the physical practice of yoga (also known as asana), I have learned to calm my mind and my spirit and my soul. It’s amazing, really. If you would have met me 10 years ago you’d likely think I was headed down Insanity Road (self-imposed).
This first week at school, starting up a grade 7 class, was amazing, terrifying, invigorating, stressful, inspiring, challenging…it was a work out in all kinds of ways. Yes, I went to bed at 9.15pm on Wednesday night and yes, I had my requisite meltdown (complete with “ugly cry”) on Friday night. One might think that after such a crazy week at work who would want to work on the weekend? During my Uni days I tried my best to stay away from shift work (especially on weekends), but I did end up working weekends more often than not. I really did not enjoy working weekends, especially Sundays, so I was a tiny bit apprehensive about taking on a Sunday yoga class. Today’s yoga class proved me wrong. Teaching yoga is good for me. It’s more like 75 minutes of therapy rather than work.
I have learned that when I practice yoga I become a better person, friend, wife, daughter, teacher. This week I have received some genuinely kind feedback from my teacher (and non teacher) friends. I’ve had people tell me that my students are “so lucky” to have me as their teacher, even if it is for a short time. The comments and kindness people have shared with me are appreciated and they make me feel like I AM doing a good job. However, I wouldn’t be the person I am without yoga. The creative lessons I come up with? Yoga. The calm, collected way I lead my classroom? Yoga. The way I talk about gratitude and kindness with my students? Yoga. The way I live my life, full of gratitude? Yoga. The way I can de-stress after a long day at school? Yoga.
I wasn’t kidding when I said in my last post that teaching, to me, is an extension of who I am rather than just a job. It is my opinion that yoga helps me become a better person; therefore, I become a better teacher. Through yoga I learn peace and when I let that peace manifest in me, I can share it with my students and my school community.
Here is a video clip of a community class I taught last December. All funds raised went to Let Us Create, a Cambodian NGO (focusing on art education) my husband and I support. If you’d like to take part in my local yoga class, come check it out on Sundays at Studio 4 Athletics (downtown Victoria) from 11-12.15pm.