I am a teacher.
I used to teach kindergarten.
I used to be a principal, teaching whatever needed taught to whomever was learning at the moment.
Now I teach yoga.
Actually this isn’t true. I don’t teach a subject or a discipline or a practice. I never have.
I teach students. People who wish to study and learn. I support them and guide them. Pointing out where to look, but not what to see. It used to be little people and now, my students are a little older and a little wiser.
I am student.
Today I celebrate 700 classes at my studio. Not teaching 700 classes, but taking 700 classes.
Sometimes people ask, “Now that you’re a yoga teacher, why do you still take all those classes? Can’t you teach yourself?”
Ahhhh… I take the classes for me. The classes I teach are for my students. The classes I take are for me. Actually, they are for my students, too.
I can only teach what is inside of me. What I know. What is in my heart.
I’m like a honeybee and the flowers are my experiences. I process the nectar and distill the sweetness. That’s what I offer as a teacher. Maybe it’s your favorite flavor. Maybe my honey doesn’t resonate with your tastebuds. That’s okay. You choose what to accept and what to ingest and how you process it. I become only one of many blossoms to you and you are the bee, creating your own flavor of honey.
Teaching and learning are reciprocal and intertwined processes, much like reading and writing. Sometimes I’m the teacher. Sometimes I’m the learner. And sometimes I’m both.
Here’s to blazing the path to 800 classes.
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