The little 5-year-old boy is getting exposure to yoga. Even if he has no idea what yoga is about, even if right now he just sees “yoga” as a big open space to kick a ball around, I love knowing that at some level, this little boy is getting experience with the holistic practice and philosophy of union.
The parent attending the yoga class was the dad, not the mom. I love it when I see men in yoga classes – and I wish more guys would be willing to come. I’m biased, but I think all people could/would benefit from a yoga practice.
Both the child and the parent were truly happy. The little boy could have been cranky cooped up inside a not-super-kid-friendly yoga lobby, waiting for his dad to finish up already; and the dad could have been upset that his child was being rambunctious in what some people try to preserve as a quiet-and-serene space; yet both of them were unbothered by external conditions, and simply allowed their internal, natural joy to shine through.
A wonderful start to my new year. I experienced how descriptive language works beautifully with children; and I got to see how literal kid’s minds are. When I said, “Breathe in and stand tall like a mountain,” the kids stiffened up, lifting chins and eyebrows skyward, trying to make their little bodies as tall as they absolutely could. When I said, “Breathe out and stand strong like a mountain,” I saw many little fists clench, and little biceps bulge.
From Rubber Yoga Mat, post A wonderful start to my new year






























