My journey to yoga started circa 2000. I was living in Virginia at the time, and my best friend and roommate introduced me to Yoga. She had grown up in an ashram, in rural Virginia along the James river. Yogaville was founded by Yogiraj Sri Swami Satchidananda. At the time I had little interest in Yoga and found appeal purely on a superficial level at the high-level concept of union between body mind and soul. Of course, I had no idea what yoga was other than a set of what seemed like some hippie ideals and pretty-looking asanas. My friend gave me a book – the yoga scriptures by Pantanjali – which I quickly put on a pile of books and never once cracked open. The book accumulated dust for 20 years – until I remembered it a few weeks ago when starting my YTT.
I then practiced yoga on and off for 20 years without ever truly committing to a specific teacher or practice. I took classes here and there and followed teachers in the US, Singapore and Hong Kong. I went for a yoga retreat in Thailand, workshops in Bali, and took an Ashtanga Mysore class with Kino and Time Feldman. I have always been intrigued, pulled towards yoga, curious… but not until recently have I fully immersed myself in the practice, study and inward journey of yoga.
20 years of only scraping the surface of an iceberg… I am in awe of the breath and depth of the teachings and realize just how little I know. I am excited for the next 20 years chipping away at the iceberg!
