There are some yoga classes I teach that seem to come from nowhere I’ve been, a story i could never have written before – they seem to be a story that writes itself, in the moment. As was the case in the two back to back classes I taught last night. Fueled by the people in the room for sure – maybe I was channeling their stories, but, I hate the word channeling. There were just a lot of stories I knew about, conversations I’ve had, wisdom I was soaking up and wringing out.
I realized at the end of both classes, that I’m not the teacher at all. I’m the facilitator, the messenger, the conduit, the interpreter, the mouth-piece…..but I’m not the teacher. Everyone in that room will leave having heard something different, enjoyed a pose that someone else didn’t, resonated with what I said, or not, liked a song I played – or not. So, how could I simply be THE teacher? It occurred to me that it’s what we chose to pay attention to, what we choose to hear, what resonates with us, what we see, how we feel in our bodies, the things we touch and the things we smell which forms the basis of what it is we learn. In essence, we are our own teacher.
And, because so many asked about what it was I read at the end of class, and what were some of the songs I played. Here you go:
This, the manifesto of a t-shirt company, is what I read at the end of class (an oldie, but a goodie).
You can purchase it as a wall poster, and their tees are pretty cool. I love the story of this company.
Here is the playlist we moved to. I coined it the ‘Sexy Time’ playlist. It sort of has that feel.
Goapele – Closer
Curtis Mayfield – Pusherman
Sharon Jones & The Dap Kings
India Arie – Strength, Courage and Wisdom
Chaka Khan – Will you love me?
Prince – Mr. Goodnight
this isn’t the original video but you just have to see it to believe it! Interpretation is a beautiful (and weird) thing.
Lauryn Hill – The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
Ruth Brown – I don’t know
So, let what you see, hear, touch, taste and smell be what guides you. Follow the senses of your body, in it’s entirety. Where one sense pulls you, listen with the rest.
Remember – Love is saying No too.