Moreso than ever, I might add :)
It's been another rollercoaster of a week. In fact, the progression of the weeks here are very similar to a regular work week back home. Mondays I'm too tired to really know what is going on, Tuesday I start thinking "there is no way I am going to make it through this week", Wednesday you feel a glimmer of hope- hump day and all, Thursday you are convinced you CAN do it, Friday you tell yourself "just four/three/two/one more class until the weekend" and Saturday you crawl into that yoga room and just pray you'll make it 90 minutes and then you're FREE!
What I want to talk about this week is trusting the process. We hear that a lot here and sometimes you want to scream back "F*ck the process!", but the truth is that it's about surrender and acceptance.
Thursday night we finished up our lecture with Jon Burras (The Facia Guy) and then proceeded to have a little intro session with the senior teachers. Mike Harris told us his story and asked if anyone else had come to the training after serious medical issues. Well, of course, I had to stand up and tell my story. I was shaking and nervous to share with the whole group, but I did. After I told what I'd gone through, Mike asked "so how did the yoga help?" and I shared about how even though I don't have a thyroid governing my metabolism I don't suffer from any Hypothyroid symptoms like weight gain, lethargy, hair loss, etc. like other ThyCa patients. I almost realized it as I was saying it...this yoga truly is bringing my body back into balance after my health crisis and of course I should be sharing that with these people who will one day have students like me! After that we heard from Joseph and Ester, both truly inspiring stories and such lovely people. I wept for their pain and celebrated their joy of how this yoga turned their lives around. We all have a story.
After the stories, Manali- who is Birkam's assistant, came up and led an AMAZING meditation. I am not exaggerating when I say I literally FLOATED out of the room. Before she started she told us that she could tell some of us were still holding onto things. Negativity, judgement, hatred and to just let it go. I have no idea what she was chanting, but after she was done I felt completely transformed. I let it go. All of it. My judgement of this process, of Bikram, of my fellow trainees- ALL OF IT. It evaporated into thin air and I haven't seen it since.
This brings me to trusting the process and our NEED to understand what we are doing and why we are doing it and letting go of all that to just enjoy and be present. Not just here at Yoga Bootcamp, but back home with our families and friends and with our future students. We are learning experientially how to become, and step into, the highest expression of who we are and it is completely earth shattering to watch. To feel myself opening up and letting go of when we need to be somewhere and how long a break we have and "will Bikram show a movie?"...all of it is inconsequential. How we react to these things is a parallel to how we react in our lives, just like how we react to postures we hate in class, the heat, the teacher we think sucks, etc. etc.
So, even when you don't want to- trust the process. Trust that your higher power has a plan and your best and highest good in mind at all times. Trust that your fellow man is there to support you and not to bring you down. Trust that you are in the right place at the right time doing the right thing.
There has been some INCREDIBLE energy (off the charts) this week. Happiest memories are of the wave before movie night on Wednesday, running down the halls with my crazy PC Group (Group 5- we are like 5 year olds on ritalin!) and the groans as one Mahabharata episode after another kept us in that lecture tent until 3am- best moment that night was when a fellow trainee was all ready to go, in position, pillows in hand, hoodie on head and yet another episode started and he just slunk back to his seat, or when another trainee was in the same mode just an episode later and when he saw it wasn't over yet shouted "you have to be f*cking kidding me!" and threw his stuff back in his little corner where he was trying to sleep. Pure comedy!
So, Week 5 is over. I made it. I'm still alive. In fact, I'm vibrantly alive!
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