Oh, Super Bowl Sunday. What a hoot. I am spending my evening (blogging, obviously) and watching Orange is the New Black in bed with Floyd, as I eat Tofu Pad Kee Mao and have a glass of red wine (full disclosure.) I had a lovely day teaching and practicing yoga. I started my day off attending a prenatal class at Yogaview. When I am feeling uninspired teaching yoga I will take a new class, delve deeper into my own practice, or read a topical book. It’s a little harder finding inspiration teaching Prenatal Yoga. I feel out-of-place (for good reason) attending a Prenatal Yoga class and although I read a lot about pregnancy sometimes it’s not enough. Luckily, Amy at Yogaview let me attend her prenatal class this morning. I hunkered down on my mat with 25 other women (that’s a lot of preggos) and we were asked to briefly introduce ourselves to our neighbor. The lady next to me was due and asked me how far along I was. I had to explain to her in 10 words or less that I was not pregnant and just there for ‘inspiration.’ She looked at me a little funny but ultimately smiled and accepted me.
The energy in a room filled with 20 plus pregnant women is incredible. They are all simultaneously creating life. The power the room held was palpable and to say the least, inspiration enough. I am so glad I was able to attend.
Later, I taught a Tween Yoga class, a Vinyasa class and a Family class. It never ceases to amaze me the reach of yoga. Yogis of all ages and stages enjoy it. Everyone benefits from it and everyone needs it. I love my job and I love this practice. To yogis big and small: Namaste.