I remember my first class, 8am one Dublin morning.
And how I had to go home afterwards to sleep.
That’s when you taught me that Yoga is a workout,
and not just people sitting poised chanting OM.
I remember crying when my boss changed my work rota,
So I could no longer attend my regular Monday night class.
That’s when you taught me how much I need you,
and taught him that it’s not ok to make girls cry.
I remember how long it took me to finally get up into full wheel pose (4 years!)
That’s when you showed me how scared I was to go out of my comfort zone.(and how stiff my back was)
I remember how competitive I felt during my first few years, comparing myself to the other bendy girls.
That’s when you showed me how hard I am on myself.
I remember attending a class in Kathmandu
and wondering if the teacher was married.
That’s when you showed me True love
and it’s endless possibilities.
I remember just last week,
my Kathmandu yoga teacher and I,
sitting in our yoga centre, looking out over the park and thinking,
I’m home, Thank you.
