A wide varieties of plum blossom trees, are coming to almost full bloom, heralding spring.
Winter is finally coming to an end…
The 3rd evening mysore scene.
2 out-towners + my 7 new-born with 3 cheat sheets on the floor. A room full of mysore beginners with 2 only doing their second ashtanga class….. what a busy 90min session.
8pm sharp. I was all tired and can’t wait to be home. I packed up and walked out of the room while the students settling into their resting positions and the lift arrived to the 6th floor.
“But, how can I do this to them….?” I told myself at the lift-lobby – most of them are new to mysore style and never experienced a teacher-less situation when they got out of a resting pose…
10 seconds later, I found myself returned to the class room. Waited for a few more minutes before guiding them to sit up position. Like a mommy waking up her kids in the morning…
Gazing into those blissful faces full of post-practice high, I asked “Any question?”
“Please quickly go home and sleep soon!” said the new Australian Chinese who lives 90min away by train… everybody noded their head…
Ah~ how sweet, they knew I still need to wake up at 3am the next morning.
I decided to declare I have the sweetest students on earth.
Such nice photo of Guruji & Sharath…
When a teacher is ready, student will appear;
When a student is ready, teacher will appear.
When it’s about time to wind down and end a normal mysore teacher’s routine on a week day, I headed out to teach another mysore class instead. And it’s 2 degrees outside.
~ I knew teaching in the evening will mess up my body clock;
~ I knew I will get hyper after teaching and can’t fall asleep;
~ I knew I was given a terrible slot to teach in a boutique shala;
When I told some friends I decided to teach on Monday evening, people exclaimed “REALLY?” … (You know, only idiot choose to teach on Monday evening and what’s more? Mysore style???)
Well, I went ahead with the idea. I trusted my intuition and I have faith in what I can do. Certain things will happen if we are patient enough.
These seven angels that came to class made my day. Most of them started ashtanga with me just under 2 months ago. And the tears that wells up in their eyes after a small sharing sessions worth a thousands word … they made me believe I have the sweetest bunch of students on earth.
And it’s only the 2nd evening class.
It really doesn’t matter how much longer I will be here anymore. Really.