So, a Yoga Teachers blog! What a wonderful way to get to know my colleagues that teach/live in the Fraser Valley. A big shout out to Wendy Kapty-Weymann who gave birth to this fabulous idea. It all sounded so great at the time but now as MY deadline is approaching, yikes! Firstly, I don’t even really know what a blog is, I’ve never read one or written one. I made a commitment to not read any of the other blogs until all blogs are completed. I still carry the fear of plagiarizing from my Uni days. Secondly, I am technologically ﬂoating at the bottom of the barrel. Wendy has kindly agreed to take my ‘blog’ and a few pics I submitted and do the magic. I’m hoping she can add her magic to the pics I submitted too. I checked with my youngest daughter Carly tonight as to what a blog actually is and she advises its like journaling. So, did I mention I HATE journaling, or in the olden days we called it a diary. To this day, I rely on my bestie, Kathy (no not me, we just share the same name) of 54 years to dig through her journals to remind me of what we were doing when … She’s won many an argument based on her journals. The last case involved me adamantly insisting we saw an outdoor Eagles concert in Hawaii in year whatever, and yes, you guessed it, it wasn’t her but another friend I was vacationing with. The good news is that it’s really great to have a close friend that journals because then your life is chronologized by default.
Back to yoga. Yoga found me about 12 years ago. To this day I still can’t believe it took so long. I really can’t understand it. A group of us from my previous work site private hired a local yoga instructor, wait for it, …. Tracy Lofﬂer, Unison Yoga, to teach us all how to yoga. AND I NEVER LOOKED BACK. OMG where had yoga been in my 20’s, 30’s, 40’s, and ﬁnally appearing in my 50’s. Thank goodness. I eventually settled into a local yoga studio, Iron Lotus, from the day they opened. Such a great ﬁt for me and my work schedule. I embraced my yoga community for many years at IL, and for that I’m grateful. I never EVER had aspirations to become a yoga teacher. Or any other kind of teacher for that matter. I always joke (with a tinge of seriousness) that I chose a social work career over teaching because who wants to a) be a leader and b) learn the names of ALL those children at the start of each year. Life was good. Nice part time work, preparing for eventual retirement, practicing yoga 3-4 times a week, long, beautiful walks with my dogs. AND THEN ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE. My life turned upside down. I lost most of my vision in my one good eye. I’m legally blind in the other eye. I couldn’t work (on medical leave for 11/2 years), I lost my ability to drive, I couldn’t even walk in my community alone due to limited vision. One day a good friend and I ventured out walking and I thought I saw a dog up the street but it was one of our local bears. I live rurally and unfortunately no bus service. I couldn’t read books, I couldn’t watch TV. I couldn’t get to my local yoga studio! I was devastated. Four months in, very depressed, my friend Preet, from my local studio contacted me and asked me to take Yoga teacher training with her. I resisted and she insisted. She’d do all the driving, help me with any homework, and basically she told me “ALL I HAD TO TO WAS SHOW UP’. Well was she ever wrong!! But her insistence and cajoling eventually wore me down and I agreed to attend Yoga Teacher training with her. Preet saved my life! Simple as that. 12 weeks of really getting to know each other, diving into teacher training, creating a bond that I will forever cherish. And the laughter. From feeling devastated to feeling accomplished. I may be ‘older’, and not your ‘typical’ yogi look, but I’ve GOT THIS.
Yoga and all it’s teachings, ﬁres me up. I can spend hours and days researching, learning, educating myself to be the best I can be. My teacher beginnings on my sun deck. Thank you to all my oldest daughter Sarah’s friends and my friends who came to classes to support me. Beautiful fresh eggs and veggies in lieu of donations. My seva classes at Mission Hospice Society and Fraser House helped to build my conﬁdence as a yoga teacher. And that exciting phone call from Iron Lotus (my local studio) offering me my ﬁrst paid yoga teacher job. This journey was unexpected but therapeutic. I’m humbled every day and during every class I lead. My ﬁrst teacher Tracy, supported me through sobbing in savasana. Who knew? My ﬁrst teacher, Tracy, attended one of my Silverdale Hall yoga classes: the biggest honour EVER. As a teacher, having another teacher attend one of your classes is the greatest HONOUR ever. It is an honour each and every time a student attends one of my classes. One of my greatest ‘yoga teacher’ joys is leading Prenatal yoga. I LOVE the mamas and babies that share their energy with me and others, and are so open to explore getting out of their heads and into their bodies/babies. Our society is a very different space/place from long ago and pregnancy and birth is a rite of passage to be honoured, knowing and trusting our intuition, as women, as mamas. From my home yoga kitchen space, to community space, to cozy basement studios, to large beautiful yoga studios, know that even though the space and environment is ever changing, the quality, clarity and heart felt teachings remain solid and humble.
My favourite quote:
I’ve learned that people will forget what you’ve said, people will forget what you did, but they will never forget how you made them feel. -Maya Angelou
In kindness, Kathy Yausie Reeves
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