yogi in the city: laurel anderson*

loredBelieve me when I tell you that yoga was never going to be my thing! Not ever, until it was.

As a former varsity basketball player and someone who excelled at almost every instrument of sport, this slow-paced-stretching-around was not something I was going to entertain, never mind survive (insert yawn).

As a writer I am often pitched all kinds of things to write about and this turned out to be one of them. “So, we need someone to write a firsthand account about trying yoga for the first time,” my editor at that time shared with me, in what I now look back on to be a pleading if not desperate tone. My response? “Who are you going to pin that on?” “You,” he answered.

I was freelancing for the local paper and didn’t like to say no and so I said yes, already thinking of the easiest and quickest way to get this done and to spend just enough time for an authentic story.

That story turned into a four-part series that snuck, ever so slowly, into my personal life. Suddenly I needed yoga. I looked forward to class and finding a way to calm the hell down. This Type A was meeting her match weekly, sometimes twice a week and loving it. The quest for challenging poses evolved into a goal to learn to meditate and to breathe. To breathe in a way I don’t think I ever really had. My early life in a beyond dysfunctional home left me with permanent rapid breathing patterns that needed calming.

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The benefits were there. Increased flexibility, disappearing back pain, feelings of empowerment and accomplishment and calmness were benefits that I knew I couldn’t live without.

Those that know me well were not surprised when I started classes to learn to teach, eventually choosing to specialize in children, unique learners and seniors. Before I knew it, I was teaching and forming my own mobile yoga business. It was beyond rewarding and I taught for 6 years until I felt it was time to sell the business and go back to writing for a living.

I did go back to writing and working in communications but I missed yoga. I missed having my own regular practice and I missed how teaching made me feel. Most of all, I missed my students.

I’m teaching again. I volunteer at a retirement residence that used to be a paying client. This week I had a record 19 students in my class listening to “new age” music and stretching from the comfort of their chairs. They are always so thankful for class and work so hard. I don’t think they realize how much they are helping me.

Namaste.

*Lo is an extraordinary sweetheart. Not only does she inspire me on a daily basis with her positive energy and Facebook posts, I’m humbled to call her a digital friend. I hope you adore this semi-regular column, Yogi in the City.

2 thoughts on “yogi in the city: laurel anderson*

  1. I remember being with you back in those days! I remember the articles and your sincere desire to learn yoga. And you were good at it. Namaste Lo xo

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