Savoring some quiet time. It's almost 1am. The house sleeps. I'm reading yoga blogs, knitting, having a glass of wine, and thinking. Getting ready to begin YTT in January, I've been reading a lot more on the practice and ideologies surrounding yoga. I've had a slight revelation or two, unfollowed a couple flashy yoga types on social media, and ramped up my readings on Yoga as an ancient philosophy. I've spent a lot of time thinking about how I want to approach teaching yoga as a practice and as a tool in schools for children who struggle. I am searching for ways to introduce this gift of yoga to others and how I want to represent myself in the realm of yoga. I will not attempt to authenticate myself in a way that is false. However, yoga means more to me than a trend. It's something beyond physical fitness. My desire is to convey that yoga can heal a broken heart, give hope for a better tomorrow, uncover what was never thought possible, deepen a belief in oneself. It is beautiful.
As an emerging practitioner, I honestly believe in the mystical properties of yoga. For me, it goes something like this: my daughter Delaney believes in fairies. She is twelve and a half, and the magic of the world is starting to slip away from her ever-hopefully believing fingertips. But fairies? They are real. She is a firm believer. They live in our garden, visit in the night, provide a beauty in a world that has suddenly become scarier and uglier as her growing self becomes more aware of the horrors that are possible on earth. Sad? Depressing? Yes. But. Fairies are her escape. They deepen her faith that the good will triumph over the evil. The light over the darkness. They give her a path of hope and light and beauty.... and youth.
That is yoga for me. It is my fairies. My challenge is to learn how to help convey its mystical and healing properties to others and to help them understand that they are free to choose what yoga will mean for them.
Delaney Jane: My fairy advocate.