Good morning Libby...do you belong to a gym? The gym I joined has lots of yoga classes morning and evening. I actually joined this gym after the classes I was teaching were canceled. I decided I would attend classes and practice following another's cues. I was amazed how much training I needed to stay focused on the voice of the leaders. I can not call them teachers as they merely lead the group through poses with little direction or support. Sometimes I have to keep letting go of my urge to teach in a class that is not mine.
For a while I was quite excited about the power yoga class I attended. Problem was I forgot to keep my focus on my mat and my body and I sustained an injury which broke my heart as much as pulled my hamstring. It took months ot heal from that injury and I left the class because I felt the teacher continued to push me beyond that I felt my body was ready for. (Did I do that? Ever?)
As I stepped away from that class, I reached more deeply into the work of both being present and maintaining my asanas that they might work in and through me. I have come to realize that while I prefer to have more direction and support in a class, others just want to get through what they can and will seek out more information in their time.
On another note, after class last week another participant commented that she hoped to emulate my lounge, one day. I wanted to respond, "Practice. Practice. Practice." Instead I said thank you and moved on.
Have a wonderful week. Can you believe it is almost time to spring forward?
What we practice, we become.