As most of you know, my daughter Natalie is training to become a yogi. Her lessons ended this week and culminated with a test yesterday and her teaching of a one hour yoga class today.
We (Todd, Lisa and I) were allowed to participate in the class.
Let me tell you the first remarkable thing about today:
The yoga studio where she trains is in a house. Her teacher, Patricia Morris of Little Yoga House, is the sister of one of my best friends from high school. I have not seen Patricia in more than 30 years and to walk into the house where I spent a good portion of my high school years and see the adult version of a girl who was a teenager the last time I saw her, that was so very cool.
Then Natalie taught her class. I can’t tell you how proud I am of her. Her poise, her confidence, her knowledge - to watch her guide that class and lead others in an hour of yoga (I WAS TOLD THERE WOULD BE NO INVERSIONS) was pretty amazing. She’s going to be a fantastic yogi.
I’m so glad she found her calling. After watching her today I know this is what she was truly meant to be. She’s so immersed in it, so at one with the whole experience, it was truly a joy to watch my daughter excel at the thing she has worked so hard to become.
She graduates next week. I won’t be there because I’ll be in California so I’m glad I was able to go to the teaching session today.
She embarks on a new phase of her life now, doing what she loves. How awesome is that?