Yoga Suits Her
I’ve been teaching yoga since 1980. A lot of my identity is tied up with being a yoga teacher. What does that mean? What should that mean? On this site I explore my personal journey and provide commentary on the state of yoga in the twenty-first century. I invite you to have a look and see what may be here for you.
Photo by: Julie Slavin Photography, Old Bar
Let’s talk about talking. You know the great Aussie expression, ‘he could talk under water’, or even better, ‘he could talk under wet cement.’
Loquacious individuals can be entertaining at times, but they can also be as exhausting as a spin class at the gym. I find voluble people most tiring when they talk mainly about themselves.
A friend of mine who is a masseuse says that she feels like she’s failed in her craft if her client keeps up a line of patter through the whole session.
I feel challenged when I teach to a group of chatty students. But I know that banter can be quite a good pressure valve in class , especially when the work has become intense.
A few years ago, I learned an expression that I still am inspired by: the anagram for it is W.A.I.T. – Why Am I Talking?
So often, we do run off at the mouth. It can happen as a result of nervousness, or more to the point, because we’re afraid we’re not going to be seen or understood. At these times it pays to pause, pull ourselves up and see whether what we’re saying is a contribution to our listeners.
As an experiment, see what happens when you say less, particularly if you are the sort of person who is continuously talkative. It may feel risky. I remind myself to shut up from time to time when I’m teaching, to allow for the students to consolidate their postures. I admire a yoga colleague who conducted some of his restorative classes with the barest minimum of verbal instructions, so his students could become more introspective.
In the United State, legislators use a procedure called a filibuster which lets them obstruct the passage of legislation by ‘talking a bill to death’.
As teachers, I think we need to make sure we aren’t talking our students to death – to the point where they are no longer connected with their own internal process, which is the point of yoga practice, isn’t it.
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The Previous 3 Posts
Day four of a northerly road trip with darling Daniel, of whom Libby says after meeting him for the first time, ” I thought he would be nice, but he’s really nice!”
Libby is one of Byron Bay’s older yoga teachers, in terms of age (same as me) and experience. Her ceevee includes acupuncture, Ayurvedic medicine, physiotherapy, and now work with sufferers of osteoporosis.
Daniel, Libby & I went out to dinner in Byron where one the waitrers at our restaurant was a yoga teacher. […]
On a roll here with my rhymes, so I’ll keep them going maybe for one more time. A couple of years back, we felled about 100 pines from the back of our property. I don’t mean to offend any tree-lovers; I’m one myself. But this variety of pine is opportunistic and will eventually overtake everything, except the lantana which has an unfortunate (for us) symbiotic relationship with them. A horticulturist recommended planting some grasses and ivies on the slope to save it from sliding into the wetland below. […]
This afternoon things really hotted up at Scotts Road, Mitchells Island. 35 degrees, brains coddling and bodies steaming. A visit to the local beach is a often a reliably good solution, but we’d already done that earlier in the day. […]
I know, I know. Yoga teachers all want to teach remotely. I’ve been no exception. Here are some video and audio productions that I’ve made. Not many – it’s something that I alway mean to get around to.
No, I’m not selling yoga mats or clothing. I don’t even have a t-shirt… yet. But from time to time I find myself with something that someone may want. Have a look, I’m never sure what you’ll find.