Fall into Yoga

I have something I need to share with you.

Recently, I went to Mt. Madonna Center and participated in a one week yoga teacher training immersion. This week immersion is followed by a selection of 4 day weekends.One of which is this weekend.

During this one week immersion I learned more than I ever thought I could about the yoga sutras, ancient purification techniques, proper asana poses, anatomy, meditation, sanskrit, yoga theory, MYSELF, other people, Hanuman the monkey god, Hinduism--- you get the point.

In this one week time period, I did asana (physical yoga postures) for an average of 3.5 hours a day. Multiply that by 7 and you have 24 hours of yoga. Did I mention this was all in just a week? What a groove right?

But that's not my confession.

My confession is that, since that amazing experience--- I haven't meditated (in the traditional sit straight up and concentrate sense) or practiced yoga. I have not even stepped foot at Ayuh studio. That is almost 2 weeks without any yoga in my life.

I just get so busy.
Too busy for the very thing that sustains me and gives me bliss.

Then today I met up with one of my favorite yogini's (Mi-An). Hanging out is something we have not been able to do in more than a month. Because of me.

I just get so busy.
Too busy for my favorite friends.

We met outside Ayuh studio so we could take just one car. Our plan was shopping, health food store stop, and then yoga. By the time we got to the health food store, we had talked ourselves out of yoga. Even though the next portion of my YTT is this weekend.

Oh the shame, when all my fellow YTT students hear that I failed to keep up my personal practice.
Oh how my entire body is yearning for my dose of bliss.
Oh how I'm just too busy. Too tired. Overwhelmed. Burnt out.

As we neared Ayuh studio  to drop her off at her car, I saw the studio. Then through the window, I saw one of my favorite teachers (Sparkle). I felt a sense of something...

My friend and I both looked at each other. How silly to be so close and already dressed for the occasion and not actually participate in the act.

"Maybe we could just go in and say hi...", I meekly said.

"Maybe we should just practice and think about how amazing we will feel", my friend said.

I parked the car, and we got our mats out. My heart fluttered.

As we walked into Ayuh studio, my body began to melt.

When I laid my mat down for the first time in so many days, a knowing overcame me. That sense I had felt moments before, was that of coming home. It flooded me.

I looked around and saw so many of the familiar yogi faces. There was no need to be busy. No need to be judged or judgmental.

As the practice began, my body and soul just fell into yoga. It became my thoughts, my emotions, my words, my postures, and my breath. I was yoga. And I was home.

When the practice was over, and our teacher said her ending prayer and Namaste, my eyes watered with such immense gratefulness.

In an effort to celebrate this beautiful season, grab your mat, take your favorite yogi by the hand, head to Ayuh studio, and let's all

                     fall
                                            into
                                                          yoga.

ओम् तत् सत्
Hari Om Tat Sat!
The Supreme Being is the Absolute Truth