# 51 It’s the little things – Adelaide’s 52 Yoga Project

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Sometimes the little not-so-good things feel big.

Such was the case with todays class. I had an OK yoga experience. Actually it was a very average yoga experience. Yukky.

At those times it’s a hint to actively explore and find small things to be grateful for. I won’t say where the class was or with whom. I am going to go back again for another class soon, to delve in deeper, try to reveal the layers of feelings that were contained in this class and report back again with more knowledge and equanimity.

Was it me? Was it the teacher? I don’t know, and yet I know there was a learning to be had.

At the time I didn’t know what I was in for, so was open to the experience and all that it contained, and afterwards I felt pretty good. But there was some stickiness. Body felt good, mind good, heart not so good. I felt the class was brittle, dry, empty. Perhaps it was me?

I was I’ll admit, a teensy-weensy bit late.

That may have been it. I wouldn’t ever dare enter after a class had begun. But perhaps she waited for 10, 20, 30 seconds before commencing, while I found my way in and had to be instructed to be in a restorative sivasana? Should it have affected the overall effect of the class, the teacher’s demeanour? Not sure. But it was an opportunity to reflect on time, on yoga etiquette.

Here are some tips………

***If you are late***

********************************************************************************************** Seems from being involved with the yoga community over the years there’s a pretty clear outline of boundaries with yoga lateness, class starting times, etc. Ten minutes early is optimal. One minute early is still OK too, providing you leave your energetic self (and your voice) at the door and come in quietly and respectfully. If the teacher has begun to speak or chant it is fine (from my experience) to wait quietly and unobtrusively and join in at the first opportunity, the first break . However, if you are any later than that, it’s best to go home and come again to another class.

Centring and warm-up especially is crucial to prevent injury and having one disrupted mind can have a surprising affect on the energy of the class, particularly if the class is quite cohesive.

Anyway, if you are late, gather your props quietly, take a space at the back if it’s possible, and if necessary do a short-warm up so you can join the class effectively as soon as you are able.        **********************************************************************************************

In addition to the late issue, here are some aspects I struggled with.

The teacher was light on explanation & adjustments. 

It was silent and serious with an almost-mention of the theme of ego & striving/letting go.

I wasn’t sure what the intent was for the class, we seemed to bounce from restorative to floor, to standing poses. Just didn’t gel for me physically.

As for the small gratitudes – it was a nice sized class. It was quiet. She was direct and precise. There were plenty more aspects to enjoy.

Most importantly I have been reminded again from this class what I love most in a class. I love music with my yoga. I have a preference for a voice with variability from softness to stern. I want it all from my teacher……..I want eye contact, I want them to hold the space for me, I want all the range of emotions, humour, explosiveness, pain, exquisite joy. I want my fellow class members to love yoga as much as I do!

Ah, the ego. Coming out in all her glory. Hopefully next time my ego will be back in her box and all will be well.

Namaste.

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