Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Let's go back to my first yoga class. Walking out of the intro class grateful to have found something to hold onto in the midst of chaos. To lie on the mat and fold into myself for a few minutes at a time felt like the greatest gift. Walking out of that class I could overhear the muffled moans coming from the next room and I knew that something special was happening in there. I assumed I would never know.
Months went by and the people at the studio encouraged me to try everything, go to any class, do what you can and learn. It's not a contest. There are no points in yoga, and all that other cliche yoga bullshit that I now put forth as my own founding principles and personal Magna Carta. All of it is true and it takes a lot of effort to push aside cynicism and hear the voice of sincerity.
Tonight, in that class I never thought I would be able to survive, after 75 minutes of submission and surrender to discovering the further limit, the teacher told us he was leaving for the Badlands, Oklahoma specifically, which is bad enough for me. He said that teaching us yoga has been the greatest reward in his life, and something he never thought he would be able to do. This class in particular, known only as CORE, has served as a testing ground for many people looking to find what they had inside themselves.
At 41 years old it is hard to be a student, and harder to find teachers. I don't know this guy beyond "Give it all you've got" and "Find some stillness" but between those words is a lifetime of learning. Thank you John Hazelton.
Y'all ready to go?