Recently, I had the amazing opportunity of guest instructing at a local yoga teacher training program. Twice in one week, I traveled to a beautiful little Alaskan college campus tucked away in the woods next to a small lake with the mountains of the Chugach range hovering in the distance. Impressive!
My topic? Introducing Patanjali along with the Yamas and the Niyamas. Quite an undertaking in a total of six class hours.As we all sat together and discussed Patanjali's ideas, a question began to emerge that continues to stay with me even after our session ended.
What is yoga?
Of course, I could answer from Patanjali himself or with one of the descriptive definitions provided by his numerous commentators.
But...
What is my yoga? What does it mean to me?
I would ask any reader of this blog. What is your yoga? How do you define the path you walk upon. This is worthy topic of contemplation. So, I ask you dear yogis...
What is your yoga?
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