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Not Afraid

As I was waiting to teach my vinyasa class this morning, a woman who was interested in learning about yoga started chatting me up.

She said her good friend (one of my regular students) has been trying to get her to take my class for years. But I can’t, she says, ’cause I can’t twist like my friend.

I tried explaining that what her friend does has no bearing on her ability to actively participate in my class, ensuring her that the class was specifically designed to be accessible to most anyone, and certainly to a clearly able bodied woman, such as herself.

Just then, another of my regulars walked by, and I asked her to back me up. Yes, she said. Shana’s class is totally doable. As my student walked away, the lady replied “Yeah, well, I’ve seen her at the gym before, and she’s amazing. I’m not.”

It’s so commonly our negative self-talk that mucks it all up. Keeping us stuck in stagnation. Preventing us from realizing our most whole and rewarding life experience.

But guess what. You’ll never achieve any of the things you won’t try. And the only person worth comparing yourself to is you.

So go ahead. Put one foot in front of the other. Dare to do and become all of the things you were meant to be.

The only thing you’ve got to lose is self-doubt and regret.

Don’t fret. You’ve got this.

Ready to put the pedal to the medal? Join me and Erin Brandao this Sunday at 1pm at Namah Shivaya for our event: “Yoga is for Lovers – A Creativity Focused Yogatacular”. Think flow. Think breath. Think lights. Think music. Think art. We’d love for you to join us!

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The Invitation by Oriah

The Invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.
It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.