Before starting on this one month yoga teacher’s training certification (TTC), I had no idea what to expect. Coming into day 11, I realised TTC’s can be very challenging. It is hard. But it is not something I am complaining about though, if in fact, this is one of the most hardest things I have ever attempted AND enjoy it thoroughly.
A lot of my fellow YITs have trouble recalling the day and date and sometime the time of a given day. Like we each remember that we had some bananas in coconut milk for desserts, but for the life of us can’t recall the night that it was served for dinner. It is as if time has been meshed into one single occurring event, present moment melting into the next present moment. Eckhart Tolle must have been on to something, because being in the here and now truly does allow you to savor every single conversation, every single encounter.
My day here starts early at 6am. Sometimes it’s 5.20 am when I join the early group for practice down at the beach.
On days I don’t go down to the beach, I sit in quiet corners around Vikasa before morning practice begins at 8am until 10.30am. Then it’s brunch. Theory class starts at 12 and goes on to 2pm. Evening practice begins at 4.30 and runs until 7pm. Dinner is served at 7.30pm before I return to my hut and it’s lights out by 10.30pm.
It’s eat yoga, drink yoga, breathe yoga, sleep yoga. Yoga as a lifestyle rather than just the typical yoga as a once/twice a week asana practice that I am used to before.
In the last 11 days I have learnt what it means to see beyond the physical, to go past my fears, to challenge learned limitations, to be vulnerable by sharing deeply personal stories and viewpoints with people whom I have just met. Today, I rediscovered the art of listening. Not listening to someone in a conversation, but listening to what is going on around me. To nature and the subtle sounds that it makes which too often go unnoticed because we are always too busy entertaining our own thoughts.
It had been raining for the best part of today, and all through the evening practice. When we finally got into our Savasanas, I worried for a second how we were all going to climb up that 108 stairs for dinner in this rain. Then I realised rather than worrying about that (because we will HAVE to eat at some point!) I decided to focus on what I can hear at that moment instead. And you know what? I counted almost 10 different distinct sounds – the sound of the crashing waves, rain pelting onto the nearby swimming pool, frogs and toads croaking and crickets singing….
The kind of sound that someone might buy off a CD to help them meditate. And I have it streaming on live (on nature podcast! haha). So yes, practice has been hard and challenging, inversions are scary, boat poses shake the muscles in me that I don’t even know I have. But to be in the moment and listening to all the melodious cacophony around me, on top of all these other things that I have come to understand about myself and others makes it all absolutely worth it.