I love teaching....I love teaching yoga, I love teaching about sexual violence, I love being in front of a group pontificating on one thing or another.
It is my total natural high. But sometimes, I get so wrapped up in being a teacher, that I forget how wonderful it is to be a student.
Last night I subbed for another teacher at Infusion. It was cool...new students to mold to my will....muwahahah! Unfortunately, I couldn't read them very well....at least the women in the class. The one lone gentlemen was more forthcoming. It was his first yoga class ever...and for lack of a better term, seemed like a jock. At the end of class I asked him how it was, and he told me that it was more intense then he thought it was going to be. Woot! Score for the fat girl! After that class, I decided to stay for the last class of the night, which was Yoga for Sleep. The class was excellent! And I needed it....one, cause this week has been a bear, and two....I am forgetting how it feels to be a student. The wonder in doing something new, the sensation of relaxing into Savasana (which I don't take when I teach because someone has to bring everyone out of it), the feeling of awe and excitement with discovery....I was forgetting what it felt like to be that, that eternal student.
Re-discovering the joy of being a student is what makes me a better teacher....it lets me grow.
Today with my private student, I tried to channel that same excitement as I felt in the class the night before. I pushed her today. I pushed her harder than I ever have. I made her go into a modified forearm stand. She looked at me like I was crazy when I showed her what we were about to do. Then I assisted her. The look on her face when she came out of it was breathtaking. It was pure joy. I knew that she would want to do it again (because when I first did the pose, I did) and I offered to take a photo of her. She allowed me....and she doesn't like her photo taken at all. I'll put up a photo of myself the pose
instead of her however. This was such a turning point for her and for me. For her, as she doubts her beauty
and her strength
and her grace.
For me....because it brought it back to the forefront that I need to teach with the spirit of a student.
So, my advice to you....
Always be the student.
And let that joy guide you as surely as your intuition does.