On becoming a teacher
When can you say "I am a yoga teacher"? Is it when you pass your 200 hours TT? When you master pincha myarasana? Perhaps it’s when you teach your first class, or when you get your first pay cheque. Or is it when a student tells you how much they enjoy your teachings or when you develop a sizeable online following? I’m on the aeroplane back from two weeks in sunny Goa and contemplating what it means that for the first time since I started teaching around 16 months ago, when as

I breathe in, I know there is only this moment. I breathe out, it is a beautiful moment.
Sometimes life’s kaleidoscope reflects the most beautiful patterns and shapes onto our hearts. Today, my teacher on retreat, Katy, offered us Hanh Nhat Thich’s teachings to contemplate during a fiery morning practice. All week I have struggled with an internal tug of war – my mind demanding more fire – faster, harder, more challenging – and my heart willing me to respect the steadier pace Katy had set for our mixed level group. My usual practice is pacey and challenging, even
