21 June, 2013

Never forget your teachers

Today was Power Vinyasa with Cassandra (woo-hoo!).

It had been a long time since I'd been over to UYS, and a long time since I had taken Cassandra's class. Facebook reminds me of these friendly faces, and there's always a "I need to get over there!" thought in my head. But it's easy to stick with the routine, and I also know that my body will pay a price from the added heat. Nonetheless, I miss the people. So, this afternoon, when a friend who works at UYS sent me a message asking me when I was going to come back and visit, I decided that the time would be now. It was around 3:30pm, and I was just getting ready to think about walking across to Elizabeth Thomas's class. But this seemed like a perfect day to catch up.

As always, there's something about Cassandra's voice, and her very personal and open style, that cut right to my emotional core. In some sense, just hearing her voice again, while I am on a yoga mat, brings me back to that feeling of home that one associates with long-lost friends, family, or memories we never want to forget. After all, it's Cassandra's class that made me want to become a yogi. Perhaps I was moving in the direction, and I certainly acknowledge that "showing up" is 90% of the battle. But her words, her inspiration, was what made me want to search for something more.

Class was hot. I won't lie. And my body felt the effects afterward. I noticed that the extra 10+ degrees results in me feeling a slightly fluttery, panicky feeling in my heart when I am in Savasana at the end of class. I don't have that feeling in a 95 degree class. I think I had not had a true taste of what Savasana "should" feel like when I was only doing the super-hot classes, because I always had that fluttery sensation. I was talking with a friend after class about "Doshas" and she pointed out that I am probably "Pitta" which is characterized by internal heat. I seem to remember taking some quiz that also told me this. And people of this type apparently don't do very well with lots of heat, perhaps because we generate so much internally. I would agree with that idea, and maybe this explains why I don't like the really hot classes.

Near the end of class, Cassandra talked about how, before she became an instructor, she had this strong feeling of aspiring toward it. And that now, there's a little bit of sadness associated with that aspiration having been achieved. That there was something special about the hoping aspect of it, I suppose. I understand that sentiment, that there is certain romance with working toward something. And then, once we achieve it, all we can do is figure out, over time, what is the next thing we will work toward. I mean, that is sort of what the yoga is, right? There are 84,000 poses. We are never done. Set the intention. Work toward it. Someday, achieve it (maybe). Set another intention. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Anyway, never forget your teachers.

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