Daniel Scott on the reality of being a yoga teacher.
"Thank Fuck," I thought out loud, "I completely forgot that happiness is just one flight to Costa Rica away at any time." I then proceeded to make coffee, eat breakfast, and put on my yoga face.
"Privilege is the power of having a choice. The nicer the options, the higher the privilege.
My Facebook feed this morning fed me a picture of an attractive, white girl in flashy yoga pants doing a one-arm handstand (in actuality a still frame from a cartwheel) on a beautiful tropical beach. The accompanying text was a "Tough Love" soliloquy in which I was told to stop complaining and dwelling in my own misery, and that I should step up or get out of the game because the world is full of infinite possibility. One should embody love, by the way, not fear.
"Thank Fuck," I thought out loud, "I completely forgot that happiness is just one flight to Costa Rica away at any time." I then proceeded to make coffee, eat breakfast, and put on my yoga face. This helped.
We, as bringers of light, are completely subject to shadow. In fact, the reason most of us even turn on our floodlights brighter than normal is because we're afraid of the dark. Today, I hold space for those who smile through the pain, who can't complain because there is no time, who must wade through misery in search of light.
I've been there, many times. We all have, right? When all the doors seem to be locked from the outside, windows shut with curtains drawn. There is a certain comfort to that claustrophobic chaos, and it's the privilege of human nature in choosing to pause there indefinitely. While it's entirely our decision to exit that room when the time comes, we're not always the one who is in charge of opening the door."
Yoga teacher, weight lifter, coffee addict, plant enthusiast