The journey of becoming a yoga teacher.
I am so grateful to be carpooling with two Peninsula yoginis for these weekend trainings. On Saturday, in my haste to transfer my yoga gear from my car to Shirley’s car, I inadvertently dropped my car keys, leaving my car unlocked in a parking lot in Colma for more than 4 hours.
I only realized this when I got to the Castro studio and couldn’t find my keychain with the Yoga Tree scan card on it.
Instead of going into a manic panic, I first retraced my steps back to her car and checked if they had fallen under the seat. They hadn’t.
So, this is where all my yoga practice kicked in mentally. I totally surrendered, knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do for the next few hours and that worrying about it was not going to help. My intuition was telling me that everything would be OK – that my car would still be there and that my keys would be in a safe place. Having a ’95 Taurus that’s a little beat up definitely helped tame any paranoia that someone would steal my car. But it was more a feeling of general well-being from all the yoga, meditation and reading I’ve been doing over the past five weeks. And knowing that just letting go was the best thing I could do in the moment.
So, I tried to stay completely present during Sean’s class. I was grateful that there was so much new info to absorb and practice that it took my mind off my keys.
When we got back to Colma, my car was still there, which brought a huge sense of relief.
But even more rewarding was what unfolded in terms of finding my keys. As I was standing next to my car, surveying the ground for any sign of my keychain, a security guard walked by. I asked if he had found my keys. He had.
But what was most amazing was his name – Deo, which means “godlike” in Greek. By letting go and letting God, focusing on Sean’s class, and holding on to the intention that everything would be fine, I let God energy find my keys and keep my car safe, which manifested with grace through this angel named Deo.
The kicker? Before even getting in my car that morning to go to class, I had received an email from a friend called “God whispers”, which beautifully conveyed the message, “Don’t miss out on a blessing that isn’t packaged the way you expect.”
While at first I did not consider losing my keys a blessing, the entire experience reminded me of how much of a blessing yoga is in my life, as it helps me release fixed attention and keep my mind in the present — free of doubt, fear and paranoia when it’s so easy to get caught up in these thoughts.
In class, one of the take-aways was about the importance of using straps to help our students both internally and externally rotate their hips, like in pigeon pose.
I’m also appreciative of another opportunity to teach each other at the end of class on Sunday. Thank you, Jenny D. for setting me straight about twisted triangle. This pose is so awkward and challenging for me and I can barely remember what direction to face. What a great opportunity to learn from each other as we teach each other.