Flying with Faith

Over the weekend I had the pleasure of attending a yoga workshop with Faith Hunter. Admittedly I had never heard of her before. I am not at all familiar with the icons of yoga. I am sure that will all change once I begin my yoga teacher training next month. But I am not there yet.

Anyway, I was apprehensive about participating in the workshop. I am not a bendy person. My quest for pretzleness has not gone very far. And the arthritis in my knee makes a few things a bit more challenging than I would like. But we all have challenges, right?

So why did I sign up for this workshop? Well, this was my very first opportunity to be taught by a woman of color. And freaking yes I was excited about that. I also thought it would be a great prelude to my upcoming yoga teacher training. And I needed to do 'something'. It was really just that simple.

I was well beyond the edge of my comfort zone. That is a great place to be, but I certainly don't want to live there. I did things that I had ever had the nerve to try. I did things I did not know how to try. I amazed myself. I pushed myself (okay two margaritas at lunch may have had something to do with that), but in the end I exceeded what my mind thought I could or maybe should do.

I have a lot more to learn. I still want to hold a crow for more than 1.5 seconds, do a handstand, a tripod headstand, a wheel, and who knows what else. I want to feel comfortable in my own skin again. I want to feel the power physically and mentally. I want to feel endless possibilities.