I love teaching....I love teaching yoga, I love teaching about sexual
violence, I love being in front of a group pontificating on one thing
or another.
Love. It.
Love.
Love.
Love!
It
is my total natural high. But sometimes, I get so wrapped up in being a
teacher, that I forget how wonderful it is to be a student.
Last
night I subbed for another teacher at Infusion. It was cool...new
students to mold to my will....muwahahah! Unfortunately, I couldn't
read them very well....at least the women in the class. The one lone
gentlemen was more forthcoming. It was his first yoga class ever...and
for lack of a better term, seemed like a jock. At the end of class I
asked him how it was, and he told me that it was more intense then he
thought it was going to be. Woot! Score for the fat girl! After that
class, I decided to stay for the last class of the night, which was Yoga
for Sleep. The class was excellent! And I needed it....one, cause this
week has been a bear, and two....I am forgetting how it feels to be a
student. The wonder in doing something new, the sensation of relaxing
into Savasana (which I don't take when I teach because someone has to
bring everyone out of it), the feeling of awe and excitement with
discovery....I was forgetting what it felt like to be that, that eternal
student.
Re-discovering the joy of being a student is what makes me a better teacher....it lets me grow.
Today
with my private student, I tried to channel that same excitement as I
felt in the class the night before. I pushed her today. I pushed her
harder than I ever have. I made her go into a modified forearm stand.
She looked at me like I was crazy when I showed her what we were about
to do. Then I assisted her. The look on her face when she came out of
it was breathtaking. It was pure joy. I knew that she would want to do
it again (because when I first did the pose, I did) and I offered to
take a photo of her. She allowed me....and she doesn't like her photo
taken at all. I'll put up a photo of myself the pose
instead
of her however. This was such a turning point for her and for me. For
her, as she doubts her beauty
and her strength
and her grace.
For
me....because it brought it back to the forefront that I need to teach
with the spirit of a student.
So, my advice to you....
Always be the student.
Love it.
Honor it.
And let that joy guide you as
surely as your intuition does.