I am 18 hours into my yoga teacher training. 182 hours to go on the first leg of this journey.
It is almost nothing like I expected.
Mostly, I did not expect to realize how much I absolutely need to be here right now, at this exact period in my life — in this safe place with powerful, brave and vulnerable women — transforming and healing some of my own wounds while learning how to hold the space for others to do the same. However that may look. Both on the mat and off of it.
This is yoga. And I did not expect it.