Lead… Guide… Instruct… Assist… Yup.
On a cold, snowy night. In a warm, cozy room amid a steady refridgerator hum and the smell of coffee, a yoga class was taught…. For me, great. I have cleared the hurdle of the scary first. For the three women in attendance, I’m not sure. Only one had a real point of reference given that she maintains her own regular, very different, practice. The other two were newbies and after an awkward silent moment following our final Namaste, we got up to fetch our tea.
I think it was a good introduction to Vinyasa flow. Given the experience level, it had to be very basic and quite slow. So despite the nine pages of material I had prepared based on my own 75 minute practice, in 90 minutes we only tackled about three of them. Perhaps tackled isn’t the most appropriate term to be used when relating to things yogic… Well, even armed (again, not best yogic terminology) with my nine pages, I really had no expectations. I felt prepared. And I planned only to enjoy myself. Sure, I was really quite nervous, but we got into the swing of things. It was challenging, yet I felt it was accessible to everybody.
While I didn’t feel right grilling everyone about the practice- and my performance- at last nights inaugural session, next week (yes, everyone enthusiastically agreed to be there) I will begin with a discussion to encourage feedback.
And so. There it is. Will practice on dear Filipes this week. He could use it….




