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I was first exposed to yoga at the age of 19 or 20 when my little sister\u2014quite the workout video enthusiast\u2014brought over her latest \u201cthing.\u201d We huffed and puffed our way through Alan Finger\u2019s Power Yoga video, and I loved it. So I bought a few more videos and continued to take \u201cclasses\u201d from the comfort of my living room in small town rural South Dakota. I didn\u2019t take an actual class from a real live instructor until I was midway through my Bachelor\u2019s degree at South Dakota State University. It was just a basic a gym yoga class, but opened up whole new world to me, and once again, I loved it. Also during that time, a friend invited me to a weekly guided meditation class, and I remember thinking to myself before that first session how \u201cwise, centered, and well rounded\u201d I was becoming. Ha! Little did I know that what I was really doing was planting the seeds that would end up sustaining me through an unpredictable and tumultuous time in my life, a time that was anything but centered. My yoga and meditation practices were erratic to say the least, but I always came back to the mat eventually.<\/p>\n
Fast forward a decade or so, and I found myself at The Yoga Sanctuary, taking classes here and there, and feeling like I had found an actual yoga home. I felt a connection with the instructors, with the peace and refuge the studio provided, and with something inside myself. Then this summer, after two very difficult years\u2014losing my mother to pancreatic cancer, moving my father into a nursing home memory care unit, followed by his passing less than a year later\u2014I made, rather swiftly, one of the best decisions of my life. I chose to attend a teacher training program at Prajna Yoga in my beloved birthplace of Santa Fe, New Mexico. Studying with Tias and Surya Little was a life changing experience, of which alone I could write pages. Instead, I will sum it up with a poem that we read in class one day that spoke to my heart and resounded with the very core of my being.<\/p>\n
The Journey<\/em><\/p>\n by Mary Oliver<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n One day you finally knew<\/em><\/p>\n what you had to do, and began,<\/em><\/p>\n though the voices around you<\/em><\/p>\n kept shouting<\/em><\/p>\n their bad advice <\/em>\u2013<\/em> \u2013<\/em> \u2013<\/em><\/p>\n though the whole house<\/em><\/p>\n began to tremble<\/em><\/p>\n and you felt the old tug<\/em><\/p>\n at your ankles.<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018<\/em>Mend my life!<\/em>\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n each voice cried.<\/em><\/p>\n But you didn<\/em>\u2019<\/em>t stop.<\/em><\/p>\n You knew what you had to do,<\/em><\/p>\n though the wind pried<\/em><\/p>\n with its stiff fingers<\/em><\/p>\n at the very foundations <\/em>\u2013<\/em> \u2013<\/em> \u2013<\/em><\/p>\n though their melancholy<\/em><\/p>\n was terrible. It was already late<\/em><\/p>\n enough, and a wild night,<\/em><\/p>\n and the road full of fallen<\/em><\/p>\n branches and stones.<\/em><\/p>\n But little by little,<\/em><\/p>\n as you left their voices behind,<\/em><\/p>\n the stars began to burn<\/em><\/p>\n through the sheets of clouds,<\/em><\/p>\n and there was a new voice,<\/em><\/p>\n which you slowly<\/em><\/p>\n recognized as your own,<\/em><\/p>\n that kept you company<\/em><\/p>\n as you strode deeper and deeper<\/em><\/p>\n into the world,<\/em><\/p>\n determined to do<\/em><\/p>\n the only thing you could do <\/em>\u2013<\/em> \u2013<\/em> \u2013<\/em> determined to save<\/em><\/p>\n the only life you could save.<\/em><\/p>\n My One Day had finally come, and I ran back to my roots in Santa Fe, back to nourish those seeds that had been planted so many years ago. Everyone\u2019s life is a unique journey. My hope as a yoga teacher is that I will be able to draw from all of the experiences and people that have nurtured, encouraged, and inspired me on my journey, and pay it forward by offering guidance, encouragement, strength, and inspiration to others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was first exposed to yoga at the age of 19 or 20 when my little sister\u2014quite the workout video enthusiast\u2014brought over her latest \u201cthing.\u201d We huffed and puffed our way through Alan Finger\u2019s Power Yoga video, and I loved it. So I bought a few more videos and continued to take \u201cclasses\u201d from the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[101,114],"tags":[12],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theyogasanctuary.biz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4024"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theyogasanctuary.biz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theyogasanctuary.biz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theyogasanctuary.biz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theyogasanctuary.biz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4024"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.theyogasanctuary.biz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4024\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4143,"href":"https:\/\/www.theyogasanctuary.biz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4024\/revisions\/4143"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theyogasanctuary.biz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4024"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theyogasanctuary.biz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4024"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theyogasanctuary.biz\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4024"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}