Stepping on to the mat for the first time in a mysore style shala in urban sydney was more than it cracked up to be...I had heard about this place a year ago via a yogini i met on teacher training. My intention was to one day visit this place. But like all things we get there in the end if it is meant for us.
12 months later I meet a teachers assistant, Ben. He also practices at this mysore style shala and suggested I come with him. again and again until finally I said ok.
Cutting the blog short.
Eileen Hall, places me right at the front of the shala and practice commences. I go with the flow, ask no questions, move with grace and breathe whilst listening to her few, but clear instructions.
I spend barely hour on the mat and am sent to the back of the room for savasana....yes! it was the perfect amount for day 1.
I leave feeling, clear, overwhelmed by what I saw from other practitioners but the level of dedication and discipline that a yogi lives by.
I have never been so passionate about something in my whole life. This is my path.
12 months later I meet a teachers assistant, Ben. He also practices at this mysore style shala and suggested I come with him. again and again until finally I said ok.
Cutting the blog short.
Eileen Hall, places me right at the front of the shala and practice commences. I go with the flow, ask no questions, move with grace and breathe whilst listening to her few, but clear instructions.
I spend barely hour on the mat and am sent to the back of the room for savasana....yes! it was the perfect amount for day 1.
I leave feeling, clear, overwhelmed by what I saw from other practitioners but the level of dedication and discipline that a yogi lives by.
I have never been so passionate about something in my whole life. This is my path.
