It is since several months, maybe even one year, that I am struggling with what was my perception of what is yoga when I was living in India and studied with my teacher there, and what is yoga as what I see around living back in Europe.
My bigfgest struggle is probably to share the view that if my yoga practice (not only asana) is not making me calmer and more loving personne in every day life, then we are not speaking about yoga practice but merely about gymnastic.
I progressively lost interest in the new asanas, in holding poses longer, in standing on my head, in sweating in the yoga studio and in reaching somewhere to my toes, back, or wherever.
I was even thinking about leting go my yoga teaching and just focus on what I consider the yoga practice for myself, like precious treasure that I don’t have to justify to anybody. Fortunately my beautiful dedicated students keep me going, less and hopefully better.
And so I pause, breath, reflect, breath again and I am meeting myself every morning for few minutes on the mat in the kitchen. Breath and carry on, my device and thanks to Carry for sharing her article.