Teaching yoga is a product, or a flowing over, of who you are. Yet Ekhart Tolle writes;
If you can be absolutely comfortable with not knowing who you are, then what’s left is who you are—the being behind the human. A field of pure potentiality rather than something that is already defined. Give up defining yourself—to yourself and to others. You won’t die—you’ll come to life
So if we take that as the definition of “who you are”, then yoga becomes a practice, a process, of lightening up, of loosening from the grip of role-playing.
It may initially sound facetious to say that I put more stock in being yogic than in practicing yoga, but I’m coming from the context of beingness rather than ego, which changes the conversation entirely. So for me to be a yoga teacher, I let go of the idea of the role of teacher and bring myself fully into the practice of sharing yoga with others. I am the practice and the application both.
With regards to what Roger said about the difference between the instructor and teacher, I agree. As for guru—there is certainly an Indian or ashram context of a guru—generally an elderly man in ceremonial garb who extends his wisdom to his supplicants. My view, in a more Tantric or Native American worldview of everything being sacred and interwoven, leans more towards the definition of guru that I’ve read which is:
That which leads one from darkness into light.
So it could be a person, but it could also be a situation or an animal or geographical place or a personal practice that leads us from darkness into light. The difference would be that we are awake and aware and can make that shift in consciousness. For most of us humans, it’s an easier path to have someone tell us how to walk the road. I’m particularly fond of Krishnamurti who, before anwering a question posed to him, would say:
Now think this out thoroughly for yourself.
Change is now.
Why? Why do you want to teach? For me, it’s nigh on a compulsion. It’s something that exudes out of me almost involuntarily. I started teaching in PR because I saw someone bouncing in his stretches and I offered to show him another option for a deeper, safer stretch. He owned a TV studio and had me come teach him and his family three times a week in the early morning and it simply grew from there.
When I came to NZ I said, out loud I’ll admit!, to Providence that if I’m meant to teach, it’ll have to just drop in my lap because I wanted to focus on acting. Again, like a strongly rooted weed, the yoga took over and I went from teaching one class a week to 23 classes a week in about 3 years! I do it because it makes sense, it feels right and people seem to benefit.
I disagree that teaching yoga and the business of yoga are different. It’s all yoga to me. It’s all about finding out what is, about developing awareness and compassion and being in the world with integrity. That doesn’t change whether I’m face to face with a student or a supplier. There are bound to be surprises and challenges and delights.
What I’m interested in is how to cultivate that throughline of equanimity that makes it possible to laugh with the delight, gasp with the surprises and grunt with the challenges without losing the throughline. The only constant is change itself. Yoga practice provides the abilities to be flexible with the winds, yet rooted in a steadiness that knows;
this too shall pass.
I constantly take on greater responsibility with my practice and my business because I want to continue to grow.
If I want to get myself up early on a regular basis, I create a class that requires me to be there for other people.
If I want to explore death, I create a group so I don’t fall off the wagon of exploration when the tough parts surface.
To me, teaching comes out of growing.
If you want to learn something, learn how to teach it.
If you want to learn something, embody it so fully in yourSelf that it spills outwards of its own accord.
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