It seems like now is the time!
I started this blog several years ago. A whole lot of water has gone under the bridge. I have learned a little bit more about people, life, yoga…My dear friend Daniel is constantly reminding me that I will be a ballerina forever, so I think it’s time I look seriously at yoga thru the lens of who I really am: a ballerina, an artist, a seeker, a spirit junkie….just plain old me. No different from you or anyone else. Here’s my journey.
It’s my dance thru life, one step at a time and sometimes, well quite a lot of times, with 2 left feet 😉
Here’s how it all started:
I dropped into an Iyengar class in the People’s Republic of Cambridge. We did a pose for a while and then we would lie down to rest and see how it felt, ugh, I was 20 yrs old & I didn’t want to lie down and think about how I felt I wanted to keep going and going and going. And so I kept going as a professional ballerina with Boston Ballet. For 17 years my life was about being thin looking in the mirror & measuring myself against others, basically judgement with a large dose of self judgement. Despite that or because of that dancing was its own spiritual journey. I was living every little girls dream but still searching for something more. When I turned 35 I quit. And it was not long after that I stumbled into my first hot vinyasa class. It was love at first savasana!! Finally I had found something that focused my attention and challenged me physically. When I moved back home in 2007 there was great Anusara studio, but no great vinyasa and definitely no hot vinyasa! As my life and my marriage began to unravel, my teacher Rolf Gates did what he lovingly refers to as “I commanded Kyra to open a studio”
So here I am… I had no idea that I would ever quit my “real” job to teach yoga, but I did! What I have come to realize is that this “job” of running the studio has always felt like home even in some of its most uncomfortable moments. I had no idea how much it would help me grow as a teacher but more importantly as a person. It has cemented in me the power of love. We can do anything we choose as long as we do it with love and do the loving thing. I love yoga with all of my heart. I love every person that walks thru the door that is brave enough to step on their mat. I love them for their courage. Some days it’s beautiful and easy and others it totally sucks. And each trip on the mat I remember what I have forgotten, love. Only love is real .