I spent this past weekend in gloriously snowy Big Bear. My delicious boyfriend set it all up for my birthday. The beautiful thing about birthdays, is that you get goodies and wield power you normally wouldn’t/don’t. :) You can bet I take full advantage of this every year. For this birthday in particular, the power trip included talking the man into taking his first yoga class. (See! I only use my power for GOOD!)
I’ve been waiting years for him to share my love for yoga, or to at least try it. Let’s face it, you can’t try it without falling deeply in love and rapture. I knew he only needed a taste of it to get hooked.
We wound up being the only two people in the class (Spring means off-season in Big Bear = not many people in town), which thankfully made him much more comfortable. He was an incredible sport about the whole thing, even though he was nervous about trying something so different from his usual travels (weight lifting + running). I was amazed at how graceful he was. His Trikonasana was inspiring, he modifies poses to his level with innate keenness, and his ability to turn inward blew my mind.
The very best part, though, was seeing his face after Savasana. I haven’t seen him look that peaceful or that rested in quite some time. This was the best birthday present he could have given me. We are now able to share something that is so much a part of my soul.
There aren’t any words to describe having the chance to give yoga to the people you love. I’m starting to feel an inner shift: maybe I do want to teach. What I do know is that it will be part of my life’s mission to spread the beauty of yoga to those I know and love, and quite possibly to everyone else.
Tell me about your first time! Did yoga make you strong, make you bold, thaw out what was scared and cold? It does this every day for me. :)
photo credit: Westy 5oh