The Yoga Teacher | La Profesora de Yoga
"A yoga instructor finds her practice transformed when the right student walks into class"
The Yoga Teacher
La Profesora de Yoga
I taught yoga to find inner peace. She walked in and disrupted everything.
"First time?" I asked.
"First time being still. I'm usually running."
"From what?"
"Myself, mostly."
Her name was Patricia. High-powered lawyer, constant motion, looking for something she couldn't name.
"Yoga isn't about running," I told her.
"What's it about?"
"Staying. Breathing. Being present."
She was terrible at first. Impatient, competitive, frustrated.
"I can't do this," she said after a particularly hard class.
"You're trying to win. There's no winning."
"Then what's the point?"
"The point is the practice. That's enough."
She learned. Slowly. Her body softened. Her breath deepened.
"I feel different," she admitted.
"You're becoming different."
"Is that what you do? Change people?"
"I help them change themselves."
She kissed me after class one evening. The studio empty, our mats touching.
"This is unprofessional," I said.
"This is real. Isn't that what yoga teaches?"
We practice together now. Morning sessions before she runs to work. Evening sessions to decompress.
"To stillness," we toast.
"To finding peace together," she adds.
The yoga teacher—where breath becomes love, and stillness is where connection lives.