When winter knocked on my door, I was shocked and sad. But one month is gone, just 5 to go. Haha. I wonder if we choose our teacher or when it’s time for the teacher to choose us. I have always been struggling with that. When I met Dina in Downdog Yoga, I felt she was my way; then I moved, started ashtanga with Ági, and practiced for a long time, but again, I moved and found myself practicing with Berci 5 times a week. It was a fantastic journey since 2016. In 2020, I started my 250-hour teacher training, and it took one year to maintain and realize how daily self-practice could change my whole world. I am also thinking of yoga as a spiritual awareness. Then, I reunited in 2021 with Berci and met Eszter in a yoga retreat. It was questionable for me, but I needed different guidance. I felt I had to practice with others and feel again how much I love people around me. In 2022, I went to Nepal with Virág Ji, and we had one month in beautiful Pokhara and did our 300-hour teacher training. When I see somebody who is a 500H teacher, and it’s written in their BIO, I want to laugh. Is it a label? Is it an achievement? Do we need TTC-s for teaching? Or only sadhana? When I met Sandra here, she sent me to Angela when I started to attend her Ashtanga lead classes in Common Thread. When I went for observation in the summer and saw the first time Angela, I said I had to choose her as my new teacher; I have to be stable enough to leave my ego behind and start something new that is unfamiliar and different from what I practiced. I’m still in grief. My drawings (I feel it’s art therapy) and daily practice held me in my two little hands as a nest to get through everything that happened in 2023.Dear 2024, I don’t wait for you; I’m just here in the moment and grateful to all my teachers and myself. To help me when I needed it, to encourage me when I needed it, to send me books to read when I needed it. I want to say thanks.
Xmas is coming! Time to summarize.
