Am heading out tomorrow to visit my husband’s family and attend another yoga certification through Yogafit. I am excited about learning new teaching techniques. I have only taught for a year now and to a small group, yet I sense that I need to develop my verbal and tactile teaching skills more.
There was a time when I thought yoga was boring at best and potentially harmful to me spiritually. The former concern I found unnecessary with my first real at -home session. Now, I love cranking up some good music and spending a great Sunday afternoon on the mats in the garage.
I am still studying the spiritual roots of yoga. Just started a Bhagavad Gita read-along and hope to have a better understanding of the underlying principles, even if I do not share the same perspective. I am not afraid of moving the body God gave me into yoga poses that are obviously good for me. I think He created the body to move, strengthen, and stretch long before any system was invented to maintain it. I am also not threatened by real laws of cause and effect and of natural workings that God set in motion with creation that yogis may be willing to recognize while many Christians are still hesitant to. (“For as he man thinks in his heart, so he is”- Proverbs 23:7, etc.) But, I know that I believe in a personal God. With a distinct personality that I am created in the image of, yet I will never be Him. We are like family, because of His sacrifice, but we are not one. I don’t see that belief being reconciled to the Gita. It will be an interesting read, regardless.
My real desire is to help myself and others have healthier lives, moving increasingly toward God’s will for our lives, not just in a workout, but in our sense of personal responsibility and our thought- lives. So I want to think carefully about the message I’m sending, never undermining God’s work in our lives. I think there may be a reason you don’t see many Baptist yoga instructors, you know?
Complete subject change. Before I sound too good for this world, I saw this book at the bookstore and it cracked me up. It’s one of those things that you laugh really hard about when you see it briefly (like watching an episode of My Name is Earl as you fast-forward through it to get to The Office) but when you take the time to watch, it gets old quick. However, Zombies are the perfect foil for Austen’s storytelling. I’m sure I would see Elizabeth and Darcy in a whole new light, albeit a gross one. But I’m not into grossness, so…