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I’m old in some ways. I started doing yoga as a boy around ’72. I had bad asthma and yoga helped and felt good.

My dad took me with him to yoga classes around ’78. It didn’t stick for him, but got me my first good teacher.

I tried hard for gymnastics as a teenage boy. Always eager but never a natural. I remember the poor coaching and the good weight room.

In my late twenties arthritis hurt enough to limit and frighten. Yoga helps me.

In my early forties I helped lead a wellness nonprofit. We mixed yoga with massage and hiking. Our camaraderie inspires me.

I prepare before I teach, try things on my mat and write a plan. Without students for the first year of the pandemic, my preparing became exploring of what I’d seen not work.

Without memory I’d make a poor teacher. I’ve watched a lot of people do yoga. I’ve watched many teachers. I’ve taught in ways that work and satisfy. I keep adjusting yoga for my needs. And keep improving my teaching.

I’m not a natural. That makes me a better teacher. Adulthood misleads: we mistake our more constant decades for ourselves. Aging is a good teacher.

Do some yoga often and it will change how you feel yourself. I teach yoga that way. Enjoy being yourself more.

David
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