This article focuses on Kripalu Yoga Center, partly. I spent seven years studying at Kripalu and it was a powerful phase in my spiritual growth. Shortly after the Guru was asked to leave (one of those sex with the students fiasco), I stopped going… and discovered the Cherokee teacher whom I’ve been with since 1997. But I became a disciple of the guru there, and spent thousands of dollars at workshops and trainings, and became pretzel like for a good bit of time while there. Can’t say that I’m still so limber… sigh. But at least I swim now…and remember many of the postures when I need to, to stretch out.
But this article is fascinating and speaks to the searching and yearning and finding the path of bliss that was a such deep passion in me for so long… Nay, it was critical to my survival that I search until I find my teacher and the place that was right for my soul. I can honestly say that.. with all the depression that I experienced for so long.
I’m grateful that I’ve found my teacher (as human as she is at times) and am still very humbly learning every day. Thank you to Creator and Earth Mother for all the gifts, love and support…
Hmmm… seems to be an appropriate Sunday posting. ;~) (though honestly, this is a daily thing… thank god. cheesh. bad pun! ;~)