Before I turned thirty, like many people, I had an inactive life. I rode my scooter to work. Instead of taking stairs, I always took the elevator. And when I went swimming on an exotic beach vacation, I’d out of breath in less than ten meters. The only consistent exercise I did was dancing all night long at the club, Spin, every Friday and Saturday. It wasn’t until one day I got a leg cramp walking down the street, limping each step of the way, scaring other pedestrians and myself, that I made a commitment to start practicing yoga.
At the beginning, again like many others, I only wanted to be more physically fit. Fortunately, I met many teachers on this path who opened my eyes to other aspects of yoga. Now with my heart open, my body, mind and spirit also became more flexible and strong, more sensitive and steady. I often shared with friends that yoga is an exploration of one’s true self. From the basics to the advanced, from the self criticism of “God why can others do it and I can’t?” to the peaceful state of focusing in the present moment, this is a path of discovering one’s potential. And then through the subtle awareness of the breath, one finds balance.
The seeds planted by my teachers were just so precious and wonderful that during the midst of my teacher training in 2008, I decided I was really going to start teaching. Using an easy-to-understand, everyday language, I hope to guide the students to explore the most suitable alignment for their own body, allowing them to understand that yoga is not some far away destination. Just like a certain Chinese saying where the placement of a comma determines the meaning of the sentence, how you view your world, your life, and yourself, depends on how you place your inner comma.