When I first started yoga it took me a while to get into it. I dabbled around trying to find the right teacher. The very first one kept me away for a few years.

But when the right teacher and the right time were there – it was magic.

I went every chance I could. Even with 3 young kids at home. I hated when my teacher had a sub! I hated anything that got in the way of my class. My perfect world was 3-4 times a week. But then the sub was there for 3 weeks. I stopped after one week. I went back a few times, then I got a cold, then life happened and one day I was saying – “wow, I haven’t been to yoga in such a long time! I used to love it!” So I went back.

I went “back” again and again.

The thing is – even if you are not exactly where you left off, your body remembers. It groans a little sometimes, but you get happy again. It’s not the physical effort that really hooks us. It’s the increased vitality and happiness, the sense of inner calm and wisdom.

We hear it all the time: “my family made me come.” And then we stop for vacation. We think the feeling can’t go away this time. We will do yoga on vacation. And then, a few months later, we come back again.

What ever you are doing in your life – it gets better with yoga. But sometimes we need breaks. So don’t feel bad if you have been absent. Get your mat out of the trunk. We can always tell if it’s been in there all rolled up and stuck together or unused in the back of your closet. But get it out again. Your smile will be so worth it!

I’ll see you in class – again.

Namasté, René

  Posted on June 26, 2014