Two weekends ago, I took part in a women’s retreat at a beautiful farm in rural Connecticut. And I did something unusual—I turned off my cell phone. Instead of glancing at my phone, I soaked in the landscape, embraced time meditating, and laughed with soulful women around me. I took a step away from tech, and I couldn’t have been happier.
A few weeks before the International Day of Peace, I posed a question to my Facebook friends: “How, where, or when do you find peace?” Since the official purpose of the worldwide observance is “global ceasefire,” I expected—and received—several thoughtful responses about striving for peace in the world, and they were appreciated.
What is practice to you?
Is practice something that you enjoy so much that you cultivated it into a daily “practice”? Just an official “ritual” stamp on the activity that is already strongly rooted in your heart? Or did you hear from someone else that meditation is great, or checking your finances daily is “good practice”?
When You Aren’t The Most Flexible Yogi On The Block: One Woman Finds Her Niche As A Teacher
Who is eligible to become a yoga teacher? Those with X number of years’ experience? The most adept practitioners? Anyone who wants to?
Last time I went to the airport, I saw a small boy with his hands and cheeks up against a large glass window. He watched the planes take off over and over again with a look of awe smudged across his face. His reflection held a sense of luminous possibility, as if he realized he could fly too. I stood there, tired and anxious to get to on my flight, witnessing something magical.
Yoga is such a gift to all those that have the opportunity to be touched by its unique and special gifts. Opportunity here is the keyword, as yoga is truly a privileged experience that isn’t available to all. There are many individuals and communities of people that, for various reasons, won’t ever be exposed to the healing potential of this practice. This past week, when teaching a yoga class to a group of at-risk, sixth-grade students at a low-income elementary school, I realized just how important it was to gift the experience of yoga to these kinds of groups.
You only live once, creating a model of not enough time — a poverty of time. With a sense of so little time, we become scattered, searching to always have the right answers, the right car, the right job, the right yoga practice, and the right pose.
Have you ever decided to do something momentous, and had no idea what you were jumping into: launching a career, getting married, having a baby, or—even writing a book?
Colleen is bent over the computer, squatting in a chair in the morning light at the kitchen table. She is sorting out the stories of her life; sometimes it is just a recalling of events and sometimes it is a cathartic moment that is unearthing a traumatic burial in her body. What a year and a half it has been, my baby writing her memoir yoga solution book Yoga for Life. Is writing akin to being possessed, especially a memoir where there is a constant exorcism being performed along with eminent exposure? Just like a liberating yoga regime, there is arduous work with momentary flicks of freedom.
What is your job title?
Jodi Komitor MA, E-RYT 500, RCYT
Where is your studio located? How long has it been open?