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IdentityI am not a yogi. I was born with my own set of imperfections physically & mentally, just like the many of you & I still have a lot of them & life still isn't perfect for me. So what makes me claim to be a yoga teacher who is capable of understanding your emotions & bodies ? So much of the life I have lived by has been spent in admitting imperfections & swallowing the truth of my life, no matter how hard, shameful or vulnerable it is. So the only lesson yoga has thought me is to practice admitting my imperfections & rising above them each time I fall.
Yes, my love for acknowledging limitations but working on them & keeping the balance intact not only in my life but for others who are in desperate need of the same has brought me to spread & educate or in better words liberate people through my yoga practice. Perhaps for me yoga has never been about the number of Sun Salutations you can do or the malas you wear or the hours you spend in meditation. Maybe none of those hot Vinyasa classes or essential oils or cute yoga clothes have a thing to do with my love for yoga. I am all up for sharing my practice with people who can sit with me after having acknowledged their set of imperfections & discomfort. Who accept themselves truly as are – dred-locked, broke, scared, hurt & whatever state they are in. Perhaps our path to enlightenment – the road to peace and love and acceptance – begins when we shed the filters and share own our own vulnerabilities with one another. Life as an imperfect yogi, who strives to draw a balance every time she falls, would be the only honest way to be a yogi for me. So I don't have a yogic or mind boggling conclusion to end this with but in this note I have only confided my truth. Lastly, each student that I meet gives me the chance to learn new set of imperfections & No matter where I head in life I will always be grateful for your wisdom, light, love, laughter & teachings & ensure that the same is passed on to every single soul in need.
