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Written 15th of August 2021

I’ve started dreaded yoga

(Yes, once again)

With a completely different instructor

Halleluiah Amen!

I did classes with Thomas

 In 2019

(Although I never did yoga

That WASN’T for me)

I was devasted to have to

 Say my goodbyes

When I moved from Ealing

(I’m not going to lie)

So, I was smiling this morning

 wondering to myself

Why on earth I didn’t just

Go to him first?

He only lives a fifteen-minute

Walk up the road

I could have saved myself

Of drama and angst

with awful yoga boy

Remember the one

who so dutifully annoyed

The CRAP out of me

With his crazy little plans

(I think I’m getting hives

just thinking about that man)

But then of course

Would I have been able

To discern

The lessons I so obviously

Still needed to learn  

Unless she has genuinely

And truly ascertained

That I gel with the person

 I am happy in their space

That I don’t have to put on

My fake happy face

Or the second lesson

That so clearly needed to compute

(One would think by 46

I’d be ever so victorious

 At mastering these lessons

That are so blatantly obvious)

OK, lessons learned well

I’m wiser by far!

(These little gems

Are now down in my memoir!)

So back to my instructor

Such a huge perk

 He is emotionally intune

(He has done his own work)

 He is gentle and kind

The patience of a saint

He doesn’t show any irritation

When I

(sometimes)

complain

He is easy to talk to

 So super relaxed

He shows me ways that I

 Can learn to adapt

Certain moves so that I’m not

In any pain

In my sessions with him

All I feel is contained

He reminds me not to worry

(When I forget how to breathe)

The more I do yoga

The more natural it will be

 My startle response is minimal

I feel so much more at ease

He helps me laugh at myself

He reminds me to just breathe

So, I wanted to take

Just a little time to say

I’m grateful and happy

The universe sent Thomas my way

But in that same breath

I also have to begrudgingly concede

My gratitude for Yoga Boy

(Who wasn’t meant for me)

The realisation that our teachers

Come in so many forms

Some might not be pleasant

They cause emotional SHIT storms

They might step on our boundaries

(That we never had)

Push all our buttons

Trigger us

Make us mad

But they teach us eventually

To stand up and say NO

Thank you

But this is NOT

The path I wish to go

And we are stronger

We are happier

We pick ourselves up from

the floor

When we finish with these teacher

We inevitably

trust

ourselves

more