There is a general mutiny cooking up. People are pissed about the food (repetitive, non-tasty, lacking in vegetables and protein). That seems to be the iniator, along with the ridiculous amount of exams in this final week which co-exists with "killing time" lessons. Even though class attendance is taken and obligatory, I skip these kinds of lessons now more liberally.
Of course, that doesn't stop half the course from gobbling up everything else as amazing truth, whenever there is another story of anectodal evidence of yoga healing the paralyzed and Ayurveda against cancer.
The whole thing has definitely put me off the idea of a guru, which seems to be the style here: don't question the teacher. Just believe. Not-belief is a weakness in you. Great excuse for not having to explain stuff.
But honestly, I really feel quite happy ( of course this makes me dread the end of this feeling)
The end is near and I don't care as much, which is a relief. I've had some wonderful lessons from the fellow yogis, including hatha which could finally be fun. I've found those people I like, and I feel a more generous spirit towards those I dislike, something akin to "you too, weird annoying animal that I don't care for, have a right to live in peace. Fare thee well." And the general disenchantment means I feel less like the mole of negativity and more like a wise (&slightly smug) woman with life experience who called it from the beginning.
Tomorrow I teach Vinyasa, the one assignment that I am anxious about, but even that is getting better.. I'll live to tell the tale :)
Of course, that doesn't stop half the course from gobbling up everything else as amazing truth, whenever there is another story of anectodal evidence of yoga healing the paralyzed and Ayurveda against cancer.
The whole thing has definitely put me off the idea of a guru, which seems to be the style here: don't question the teacher. Just believe. Not-belief is a weakness in you. Great excuse for not having to explain stuff.
But honestly, I really feel quite happy ( of course this makes me dread the end of this feeling)
The end is near and I don't care as much, which is a relief. I've had some wonderful lessons from the fellow yogis, including hatha which could finally be fun. I've found those people I like, and I feel a more generous spirit towards those I dislike, something akin to "you too, weird annoying animal that I don't care for, have a right to live in peace. Fare thee well." And the general disenchantment means I feel less like the mole of negativity and more like a wise (&slightly smug) woman with life experience who called it from the beginning.
Tomorrow I teach Vinyasa, the one assignment that I am anxious about, but even that is getting better.. I'll live to tell the tale :)
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