Of course, that is just one of many translations, but it all means approximately the same thing. This is just the more poetic version.
I am discovering that Saturday morning yoga is my "Church." I think this is filling something in me that I never knew was missing. Okay, that's not entirely true. I think I knew it was missing, I just didn't (or was afraid to) take the steps to fill it.
Since my cousin (hi Chrissy!) first introduced me to this class and this teacher, I think I've only missed one class. It's pretty much everything I've ever wanted in a yoga class: relaxing, challenging, spiritual, and fun. I've recently signed up for an additional course with her, Wednesday evenings in the park. My favorite park. I am so looking forward to it!
This class has also made me wonder what it would take to become a yoga teacher. I know this is not just something I can jump into (I can't even do basic inverted poses like the plow yet), but I want to learn more. I want to learn the proper names for the poses, and not just the translations. I want to learn how to do all those inversions and binds. I want put my foot behind my head. I want my shoulders to become more flexible and open up.
I want to learn more.