yoga teacher- know thyself as eternal student.

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silly yogi on a log- photo by Reen

Teaching yoga may not have made me a better teacher, but it has certainly made me a better student. I know quite certainly that through my limited stint of teaching yoga I have not become the calm, intelligent, confident teacher that I’d hoped to be, but as a student I’ve grown far more patient, kind and engaged.  The yoga student that I am now, post teacher training, practicum and a couple of months of teaching yoga to the general public, is far more likely to give a fellow teacher a second chance before moving on to another class. There’s really nothing, aside from freaky yoga voice or attempts to force me to do something my body (and/or mind) refuses to do, that would make me completely repulsed by a yoga teacher. My yoga student mind is open and full of compassion.

It’s really not too far removed from why I’m so nice to servers at restaurants and why I not only put the sheets in piles on the floor in the hotel, but leave a tip on the table. I understand all too personally just how challenging it is to work in the service industry. In fact, I firmly believe that everyone should have to work service jobs before judging anyone in those positions.

yoga teachers aren’t just in it for the karma, people.

And teaching yoga is ultimately a service industry job. Even in the event that the teacher is not receiving payment for the service, there’s often an expectation that is created that the person who is teaching is the one in charge of creating the entire guided yoga experience. And if it’s a bad experience, it’s most often blamed on the teacher. If someone has an injury in class, it’s most often blamed on the teacher. And if the class sucks big time, it’s most certainly on the teacher to take full responsibility….not that the blame is actually verbalized to the teacher. In most cases, there are just down-turned eyes and students rushing out of the room as if we just had a dirty affair in a mutual friend’s coat closet during a cocktail party. I feel so dirty and confused.

It’s no wonder that before teaching a yoga class, I experience all kinds of fears and anxieties. I know this isn’t very “yogic” (add that one to the “reasons why I’m un-yogic” list), but I have a tendency to prepare for teaching in much the same way I do a dinner gathering- plan, worry, over -think, reconcile to being freaky/ nerdy/ unpopular/ imperfect, experience all sorts of interesting mind/ body shifts, and then forget every single thing the second I step into the room to begin. And it’s a vicious cycle that I can’t seem to break despite meditating, putting  Bach’s Rescue Remedy under my tongue, or breathing in my worry and exhaling my peace (and vice versa).

Let’s be honest- there are times when I’m standing in the front of the class when my mind goes blank, I attempt to read the blank expressions on the students in the room, I wonder who the hell I am to be “teaching” anything, or I begin chuckling at the seriously silly situation we’re all in together. Because yoga class is funny, people. I didn’t know that fact so intimately until I went to the land of yoga Oz and what was behind the curtain was revealed. There is no Wizard (sorry, Bikram). There are just humble and not-so-humble folk who are offering a bit of their own take on an ancient practice. Some are better at doing that than others- and some take it more seriously (I’m not one of those people).

And despite the pre-class anxiety, the teaching guffaws and the post class fears of unworthiness,  I do love teaching yoga- once people have arrived and I know the crowd (or lack thereof) that I’m working with, I can most often take a deep breath and dive in. I’m beginning to find my voice and to recognize that I don’t have to be anyone other than me. In fact, I’m better off when I utilize my own personality rather than trying to imposter a perceived yogi persona (didn’t the Wizard learn that, too?). I have to trust that teaching yoga is not a job but a personal journey- and my walking shoes are waiting for me at the studio door (sorry- no ruby slippers….).

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10 thoughts on “yoga teacher- know thyself as eternal student.

  1. A friend and I were just talking over how to hold the “freaky yoga voice” as a part – not the whole – of our experience. Of course we all know the pain of trying too hard and we all want the confidence to let the extra effort go. But the voice – it’s really challenging. I bet you are just you at any given moment. Fabulous.

    • oh, there have been times when I’ve channeled Shiva Rea- but for the most part, my own wacky self shines through….and I’m ok with that 🙂

  2. When i moved to Albuquerque about nine years ago, I began the search for a yoga teacher — there are a LOT of yoga teachers in Albuquerque and I went through six or eight before I found my current teacher. They were all pretty good, none was bad. But none was ‘just right’ for me. I’ve been with my current teacher for about 3 years now, have lost 20 pounds and developed a regular practice and am helping her in small ways to run her struggling studio. They say when the student is ready, the teacher will appear. I think I was ready to take yoga seriously, and the right teacher for me appeared. It was worth the search. Teaching yoga is a service, and a calling. ‘Namaste’ to all the teachers out there.

    • I’m so happy for you! And I totally agree that it is such a challenge to find the right teacher- even in Seattle (where there’s almost as many yoga studios as coffee shops), I struggled to find a studio that fit what I was looking for. I love my studio now, and I’m so honored to stay connected through teaching. It’s humbling, for sure. And the work is all worth it. I’m so glad you have a teacher you connect with and that you practice “karma yoga” as well as asana. Namaste to you.

  3. i lived in Albuquerque for 11 years before moving to Seattle and had some wonderful teachers there. I especially loved and am forever grateful to Andrew Fearnside, but you are right, gratitude is due to all of them for their service.

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