Let’s talk about food.
After a long travel, holidays with family and a forced hotel quarantaine I’m finally home. The kitchen hasn’t been used in 7 months and I forgot how to hold a knife but now I can finally cook the food I know is good for me. Does it taste amazing and will it get me a ‘michelin star’? No… but I will feel great tomorrow morning when I start my Sadhana.
Is this even yoga?
Where is the soft music, props, mirrors and a skinny, super fit yoga instructor? Is this even a yoga class? Maybe I’m in the wrong room?
Instead there is an oil lamp, Sadhguru’s photo and a teacher in a baggy uniform, buttoned up to the neck, playing instruction videos.
Training - how to be?
Just like Sadhguru himself my reasons for doing yoga were all wrong. Also I went to the Teacher Training for all the wrong reasons, little did I know, it was the right thing to do.
Now after the training is done and I can never go again as a participant it is a bitter sweet realization. Wile at the training there were times when I wished it was already over and I counted days to December 18th.