I remember my yearnings to connect with a spiritual practice many decades ago. Being a physically active person, a dancer, I desired a practice that included my body as a key component of the quest. I wanted to be a participant on equal footing with the natural and dynamic forces I saw all around me. I aspired to discover and trust a path that would be nourishing for a lifetime.
After some dabbling I found Yoga to be the marga, the path for me. That was forty-five years ago.
It offers everything that I require. Physical movement, philosophical study, contemplation and community. It challenges me and it comforts me. It inspires me to 'try try again' as well as accept how I feel today without fear of failure.
The statisticians have noted that millions of people world-wide practice yoga. Twenty million? More? I don't know how these numbers are calculated. When I began my studies only a few Bohemian spirits openly admitted to practicing the postures. Yes, things have changed significantly.
As a practitioner who offers classes and workshops and mentors aspiring teachers, I feel a personal commitment to share the living traditions of yoga.
These traditions, the ones I learned from my Indian teachers directly and indirectly, have fulfilled me and continue to inspire me everyday ... for decades.