Last month I decided to enroll in an online 300-hour advanced yoga training. There are a couple things of note about that decision. First, there was a time in my life when I would have scoffed at taking an advanced yoga training online. I mean…Online? Yoga? What? Thank you, pandemic, for opening my eyes to different possibilities. Second, I really thought I was done with yoga training and the like. I do still teach, and I still practice, but yoga had receded toward the back of my list of deep interests. Something just moved me, last month, to dive in again. I think the decision was driven by the lingering sense of ungroundedness that I’ve carried since leaving our home in San Antonio and hitting the road. When I sat down to contemplate year-end training expenditures, yoga bloomed in my mind, and the souls of my feet softened toward the earth. I felt a deep yes move from my big toes up into my ankles, calves, knees, and beyond, and I knew it was the right decision.
There was a time in my life when I would have beaten myself soundly about the head and shoulders with judgments about that decision.
First, I would have unkindly called myself names for NOT staying focused on yoga in the first place and flitting about toward other interests that never quite stuck. Then, I would have reminded myself about my departure from face-to-face yoga training back in 2018 — I couldn’t handle it then…
