I know yoga teachers who have had affairs with students.
I know yoga teachers who are self-centered.
I know yoga teachers who gossip.
I know yoga teachers who have envious tendencies.
I know yoga teachers who are not easy to forgive others.
I do my best to not judge any of that (though I must admit I am still challenged with not judging affairs since I have strong opinions about what it takes for a person to cheat on a spouse/partner) and live my life, making the best choices for where I am at – today. It is my belief that everyone is doing the best they can, at any point in their life, given their current circumstances. So, let’s take a real life example – if I reach out to someone and ask to have a conversation about something that I think did not go well in our relationship and the other person makes the choice to not respond, I need to let go. It can be challenging especially when we want to mend fences and instead we are left creating stories about the situation, but in the end, we can only take responsibility for our own actions and reactions and make the choice to move on. That is yoga!
Yoga doesn’t ask us to believe, it asks us to practice, examining our experience until we can witness the truth in the book of our own heart. ~ Dave Stringer
What do we all have in common – yoga practitioners and those who do not step on the mat? We make choices, we make mistakes …. and if we are open to receive them, we learn valuable life lessons.
This is what I know for sure:
Every day we make choices.
We choose one thought over another,
we choose one behavior over another,
we choose to take one path over another.
When we investigate our lives,
existing with awareness
and taking responsibility for our choices,
we are choosing to live an authentic life.
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July’s Full Moon in Capricorn: The Heart wants what it Wants. The 4 Stages of a Good Divorce. How to Love a Woman who Scares You. Our Soulmates are Rarely Who We Expect. I Still Think of You. Men, Let’s Stop Fooling Ourselves: Size Matters. To the One Who Tried to Break Me. An Open Letter to the Fixers. How your Stored Memories in the Amygdala can lead to PTSD. How My Sister’s Death Transformed my Self-Perception.