Sangha

So today the last part of the yoga teacher training started again.

I couldn't get the time off work so I'm waking up ridiculously early to go to work before going to the lectures. First day, I'm not too tired, but am feeling a bit down. My best buddy Helena isn't doing the last level with us because she couldn't get time off work either and I really miss her.

Something really special did happen though. We had the normal introductions in the beginning - we all know each other really well at this point so it was of a recap than anything else, or that's what it was supposed to be. The question was "why do you want to be a teacher", but it ended up being what does yoga mean to you and how has it changed your life. And everyone had the most amazing experiences to share, and there was genuine laughter and genuine tears, and we were all just in awe of each other. I wish I could explain the feeling of true community that we have, but words fail me... I can just say that it was something incredibly special.

On the other side, physical practice wasn't happening at all. We first practiced some advanced arm balancing poses - but I can't do any of them because of my weak wrist so I was just observing... then practice afterwards... well, I got trough first few sun salutations but both my heart and body were feeling so weak I had to go to child's pose for the rest of the practice. It wasn't even great mental practice - sometimes I've had very weak physical but strong mental practices, this time not so much. Like my heart was empty... I tried crying but even that wasn't happening.

I walked home with Sue and Kiki and Nicole, and didn't say much... and they didn't need me to.

Sangha.

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