Wednesday, October 29, 2008

A poem....

Dear dear readers, I am so sorry I have become such a fair weather blogger. In fact I blog so infrequently I am not even sure if you are still bothering to visit me. So in way of an apology for deserting you, and as a bit of an explanation, I am going to make myself very vulnerable by publishing yet another of my terrible poems. And so if you are still reading me you HAVE to let me know, after I have been so brave as to share this with you. Either on the blog comments space or email me at gmtreasureevans@gmail.com.

So here it is. Basically, I was getting bored and tired last night while trying to catch up with my yoga theory homework. In the middle of a desperate attempt to find a way of explaining the science of how mantra works to clear the subsconscious mind, (it's so complicated, but anyway, it just does ok? Try it and you'll see) I felt an overwhelming desire to write a poem about why I love teaching and practicing yoga (much more than studying it). I nearly sent it to my teachers hoping they'd be so charmed they'd ignore the fact that my homework is over due. But instead I decided to share it with you in the hope that you would understand why I am spending so much more time on my yoga than on writing my blog.

Learning to teach yoga ....


gives me humility. I used to judge.

gives me an outlet for my compassion, which feels more limitless and more free flowing every day that I teach.

fulfills me everyday as I am in precious possession of a sacred gift.. to make people feel happy and whole and at peace, if only for a couple of hours a day...

gives me the chance to gaze at beautiful bumps and love and welcome unborn babes into this world

gives me the chance to love and nurture mothers and fathers and spread messages of positive parenting

makes me love and forgive and accept my own children more every day

gives me faith that the world of our children could be a beautiful, pure place

gives me an excuse to pretend to be any jungle animal I want whenever the mood takes me

takes me on my own personal spiritual journey...

I have so far to go...

I am a perpetual beginner, a perpetual student... but I am starting to feel my peace.

Little

by

little

by

little.

Teaching yoga helps me love and forgive myself.

8 comments:

Jeanette said...

Still reading and enjoying. ;0)

Georgie said...

Yey thank you! x

Caroline said...

Still here. :) And I started out reading your poem with envy (as I have never been that successful at yoga or meditation) and suddenly I realised that I get a lot of the same feelings from teaching baby signing (specially the jungle animals, lol). I forget how positive a thing it is sometimes, when I'm bogged down in the admin and publicity side. Back to classes on Saturday, hurrah!

So thank you - inspiring as ever.

Georgie said...

That's brilliant! I am so glad you have something that makes you feel the same! I am not very good at my own meditation either! It is much easier teaching than meditating myself in my experience!!! That is a much slower journey! x

Anonymous said...

What a lovely poem. A poet and a teacher, you're amazing! Keep it up!

Ann-Marie Dewhurst said...

Still here!! xxxx

Georgie said...

Yey good to know!

Mama B said...

I'm still reading too. I'm clinging with both hands to the fact your daughter co-slept through the night and willing my 14m old son to do the same soon! I'm hoping this might be achieved via a sort of blog osmosis ;-)

x