No, really, I don’t know

Perhaps it’s just me, I get alarmed and frankly a little irritated when I get the “oh you are a yoga teacher you must be so flexible” response.

Yes I can get into a full split, I can touch my toes and I can open my inner thigh to a wider range of motion than most people do.

But if you, whether you do yoga or not, think that there’s a = sign between yoga and flexibility, we as teachers are not doing it right.

Recently I stumbled upon this very intersting podcast on the science of stretching, and stretching isn’t quite what we think it is:

https://itunes.apple.com/hk/podcast/episode-9-jules-mitchell-the-science-of-stretching/id885440301?i=1000316997281&l=en&mt=2

What I loved the most about this, is how real the struggle she had when she started to come face off with the evidence, that the traditional passive stretching may actually be bad for you.

One of the best one liners I’ve ever heard as far as body, movements and trainings go, was something like this “The whole industry needs to understand, we are just beginning to understand this stuff”.

My favouriate teachers as I’m going through this journey, has always had the courage to say, “I don’t know”, or “I could be wrong”. It is because they have understood, just how vast this study is, and how little we actually have figured out. It is because of their mastery of their craft, that they have realise the limitation of what their craft is.

But saying “I don’t know” or “I could be wrong” is somehow very difficult. It probably is because of my ego, my still somehow stuck perspective of having to be a know-it-all as a teacher, that makes it so very hard to admit there are so many things that I don’t know.

Today I was confronted with the struggle of “I don’t know”. When a question was raised, instead of saying I don’t know, I somehow got trapped in trying to find excuses with what I haven’t studied, or learned. I caught myself being embarrassed, and frankly a wee bit irritated that I was asked. With wanted to be humble, and real constantly in mind, I sat and observed myself try to wiggle out of saying “I don’t know”. I admire my teachers who has a practice of admitting what they know and not know, and having the practice of admitting they could be wrong. And here’s to wishing that I could be there one day. For it is then, I could consider myself a teacher I could respect.

Thank you, for those who were here at the workshop, those who had wanted to come but couldn’t today. You are the best teachers.

– Sandy

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