Thursday, October 18, 2012
"I had an acupuncture appointment with an elderly, Japanese man, named Kenji Murata. He started out when he was twelve years old, cleaning the floor of his uncle's acupuncture clinic. It was there that he developed an interest in acupuncture. He noticed that people always left his uncle's office happy, and though, "Wouldn't it be great to have a job where you could be of service like that?"
I went home and started thinking that, in my job as a yoga teacher, I'd also met many kind people. I felt blessed. I started picturing my students one by one."
- Ruth Lauer Manenti, from the book 'An Offering of Leaves'
Yesterday I taught a prenatal yoga class. Three out of the four women there were between 39 and 41 weeks pregnant, full term. I've gotten to know them well over the last few months, and as they approach their "due dates" I think of them often. I know that any day now, I'll receive texts or see on Facebook that their babies have been born and I will smile big.
On Tuesday I met with four of the lovely women who used to come to my prenatal classes, when they were still waiting to meet their little ones. We sat in a friend's front yard sipping tea and playing with their baby boys (all boys!), in awe that all of these bubs were in their bellies, not too long ago. The mums tell me that they're pretty sure the boys remember my voice. Anika called me 'the baby whisperer.'
Last week one of my students told me that of all the teachers at a particular studio, I have the best playlists. To me, music obsessed as I am, it was the greatest compliment.
I haven't been a yoga teacher for long, but I have already met so many kind people and like Ruth Lauer Manenti, I feel blessed. I don't always succeed, but I hope that more often than not, when people leave my classes they feel happy and that makes me happy. You don't make a lot of money teaching yoga, but somehow, your needs always seem to be met. Teaching yoga will never make me rich, but I'm ok with that.