I sit here barely propped up by a pillow, with ouchy legs as I’ve just completed my second day of yoga teaching: a grand total of 10 classes. For an ok fitness kinda gal, who tries to squeeze in one, at a pinch two classes a week at home, and runs around after the kids, I’m feeling it and grateful that I have 5 days to recover before the next lesson.
The kids are very receptive to the meditation bit. I’ve brought over a Tibetan brass bowl, that I clonk the beginning of each class, we all sing a few outta tune ‘Oms’ then I try and squeeze as many minutes of meditation as possible. It saves my legs, and they like replicating all the Buddhist statutes that are dotted around town, not to mention part of their religion.
Call me totally naive (It’s been said before), but I never thought about how sexual yoga looks…until I am teaching it in a very conservative culture where shoulders and legs aren’t flaunted, nor organised female sports part of the programme. So every time I demonstrate downward dog, there is an avalanche of giggles, look at her bum IN THE AIR! And then I proceed to cobra pose, which is followed up snorting and pointing.
I get my own back, when I turn to them panting ‘your turn’. And they all freeze up, but admirably give it a go, and are loosening up (had to done) every time I see them.
So that’s the work update. I’m teaching my first class to adults this afternoon. I better go and don the fake tan and the bikini, Christy you’ve inspired me.
Hari Om dear friends xx
Love hearing about your adventure. The latest art works look fab!! The kids could make sculpture out of boxes/sticks too. We do lots of craft & often enter in the local country shows.
Good luck with the yoga teaching.
Namaste & hair on
Thanks Skysie! Glad you’re enjoying the blog as I’m enjoying writing it. Learning loads through this yoga teaching and have definitely fallin in love. It’s a great thing to share with the young women here who don’t do much exercise. Love to your tribe and you xx Amy