One evening, a couple of years ago, I was laying on my yoga mat in my bedroom, after concluding my practise. I'm trying to think of how to accurately describe my feelings...I guess it was a moment of other-worldly calm...I felt totally open, and surrendered to whatever happened to flow through me. In that moment I had a little epiphany...in that moment I knew that I wanted to spread this feeling to others. I went downstairs where Jon was watching hockey with our kids and told him that I wanted to learn to teach yoga. He was his usual supportive self. I researched programs...we tried to figure out when, and how on earth we could afford it. At that time it seemed a little out of reach...but if there is one thing I have learned in my life, it's just to trust that things will unfold as they are meant too.
And so now here I am...this Friday I start my teacher program...finally! I am smiling ear to ear as I type this...just because it feels so very right. Jon asked me if I was nervous...and truth be told, I wasn't, until he asked me. ;) Honestly though, I know it's going to be great...and it pretty much has to be, because I have a full class of people right now waiting for me to finish...My head is aswim with ideas for classes that combine yoga with art...and journaling...for big kids...for little kids...I can't wait, and yet I must. I think there is a Buddhist saying...Each step of the journey is a journey, or something like that? Well, my toes are wiggling bravely forward...itching to take yet another step.