week 3

Week 3 is over, meaning we're 1/3 the way through this crazy journey, and people are starting to see and feel changes in their bodies and minds. The week was tough, especially towards the end. Monday I feel like a shiny new penny, Friday I feel like a sore, limp noodle. Last night, Juan, an amazing yogi, taught our class, and it was, to me, the most challenging yet. He talks like an auctioneer, non-stop and very fast. There's almost no time to think about how tired you are or how hot it is (but I found a few moments to totally pity myself and despise him). At the end of this class which totally blew us all away, he announced that we could go home, that there would be no lecture or posture clinic. So, I slept for 9 hours last night before I went to class this morning, and it felt like heaven. Never have I appreciated sleep and free time as much as I do now.

The best thing that happened this week? Letitia came. Before I came here, I met Letitia once, briefly. I knew that she co-owns the studio in Albuquerque and owns the one in Santa Fe, I'd heard she was a tough teacher, and that she is an artist, but that's about it. She is amazing. Her class was also very challenging, but a big part of the challenge was too not laugh so hard that you couldn't breathe. She is hilarious, and she didn't allow us to think about the pain, the struggle, the effort, she told the funniest stories about her training - the kennel cough, the rashes, etc... At the end of class she reminded us that being a yoga teacher is about facilitating other people's healing and growth, that our job is one of service. During the overwhelming thunder of rhthmic, excited applause at the end of her class, I realized that she co-owns the studio that I am going to be working for, and I felt so happy I cried.

Everything feels right. I'm meant to be here, and I am so looking forward to being a part of the studio that introduced all this to me. Got to go memorize!!