Over the weekend Curt and I were in Missouri visiting his parents for our annual deer season trip. If you want to read more about that, you can go here.
I have practiced yoga with friends and family before where I am essentially instructing. But it is usually just one-on-one.
On Saturday late afternoon, my mother-in-law, Marilyn, and I did my calming, curbing sadness practice. We both felt pretty Zen afterward.
On Sunday two friends, Donna and Heather, came over and practiced with us.
It was the first time I taught my first mini yoga “class.” My “class” had a variety of ages, flexibility, parts of the body with injuries or care needed. And everyone was a beginner. So it was the perfect opportunity for me to practice my “teaching.”
And I bet no one can say they have ever taught or taken a yoga class with the smell of venison jerky in the making looming in our “studio” (aka basement).
About a week ahead of time I asked my “students” if there was anything in particular they wanted to work on. Some of the requests were core and low back pain issues.
I centered my practice around … Continue reading