My Path to Yoga

I came to Yoga by accident. I knew I was looking for something, but I didn’t know what I was searching for and I had no idea where to find it.

I was a busy mum with a part time job and two pre-school children. I knew I needed to find an interest and do some exercise, my body was telling me I needed to MOVE.  But the problem was I’ve never been keen on team sports, or to put it another way, I’m not very good at team sports!  I’ve always been fairly uncoordinated, and definitely not the athletic type.

I saw some Yoga classes advertised at a local community centre and thought I might as well try it out.

I signed up.

I paid up.

I never turned up.

Something always got in the way of my attending that class, and before I knew it a whole term had gone by without me once putting in an appearance.

But there was still a nagging voice on my head telling me that I needed to try Yoga. So more than anything just to quiet that voice I signed up for the next term, and this time I made a promise to myself that I would go to those classes every week for ten weeks. If I didn’t like it after that I could quit, but until then I had to keep going.

After the first class I felt sore, but in a good way. I had moved my body around, stretched some muscles and loosened some joints. My body was telling me it felt the benefits. To my amazement I was actually looking forward to the next class.

After three classes I was experiencing my body in a completely different way. I was walking taller, I had a bounce in my step, and best of all I was sleeping better. I was feeling good, and the better I felt the more I realised how tired and unmotivated and sluggish I had previously felt.

And then came a completely unexpected benefit, I was feeling happier. It was as if practicing Yoga had lifted a weight from my mind, and as my body opened up my mind followed. I felt calmer and more able to cope with the every day stresses of a young family and a busy work life. It was as if Yoga had shown me my place in the world and I was happy there. I felt settled in a way I had never experienced before.

Needless to say I kept on going to Yoga classes, and after several years my teacher suggested I enrol in a teacher-training course. Great idea, I thought, except for one thing, there’s no way in the world I could ever stand up and talk to a room full of people. Undaunted, she suggested I do the course for my own self-knowledge. That I felt I could do.

I had started to read about the philosophy and history of Yoga and the idea of learning more about it appealed to me. I began the course; I started to learn about the many aspects of Yoga, including the ancient philosophy handed down from teacher to student for many thousands of years, so that we have in our hands now the wisdom of the sages with which to enhance our lives. It was a gift from the past to the present day. And it had been placed in my hands. This thing I had been searching for had arrived.

Somewhere along the way, entirely due to Yoga, I developed the confidence I lacked and soon after finishing my teacher training course I was teaching one class a week, then two, then many more. That was fourteen years ago and I have been happily teaching Yoga since then. Yoga has given me much more than I can ever give out in return. It has truly enhanced my life.