When I was young my parents wanted me to go to church every Sunday and pray to God. My response was something I will always remember and forever live my life by.
“But isn’t God everywhere?”
This is a theme I will come back to many times in this blog. The power of prayer. In the meantime, allow these principles of prayer to permeate your being:
The Principles of Prayer
1. The answer to prayer comes through you, not to you.
2. When you pray, be open to receive the answer.
3. The answer may not look like what you think.
In July 2001, I had just received my yoga teaching certificate from Kripalu Center in Lenox, MA. and I was anxious to start teaching. I scheduled myself to teach a class at the yoga studio where I had been practicing (There was no other studio in town). As the weeks went by…no one came. No one. I knew this was my passion. I knew I was supposed to teach. How could I be so wrong? Something had to happen. I needed a force bigger than myself. I knew it was time to place my head below my heart and surrender to the power of prayer.
One day, when again, no one showed, I collapsed to my knees in child’s pose and began to pray. These words came out of my mouth: I pray for the light to surround me. I pray for my fear to diminish. I pray for my love to shine through. I surrender to your divine will.
I don’t know where those words came from, but I continued to repeat them over and over and over again. Something was taking place in me. Something I didn’t understand. It felt powerful. It was bringing me to tears. Looking back, and knowing what I know now, my guide Sri Babaji was with me at that time. I agreed to accept one of my past life goals at that very moment. And I was open to receive what was going to come next.
That night, before I fell asleep, I asked the universe to send me a sign. And the universe was quick to oblige me. In a dream I walked into the local sport and health club at the ski resort and asked if they needed a yoga teacher? They were very happy to see me and brought me right in to speak with the manager who scheduled the classes. As I awoke from this dream, I felt pure joy.
The next morning, I was open. Even though I had my 3 yr old daughter with me, I walked right into the health club and asked if they needed a yoga teacher. I spoke with a manager and she said no one had ever taught a yoga class there, but that they’d love to put me on the schedule.
My first class was the week of Thanksgiving (which is also next week). 40 people showed up; the largest class the club had ever seen. I taught there for a year. I had a steady following and knew after that first year that it was time to go out on my own. Everything about it felt right. I was feeling it.
At that time I had owned and operated a commercial janitorial service for over 10 years. This business allowed me to follow my true passion: yoga. I started looking for a space to open my own studio. A thought came to me one morning to stop and see a good friend who owned the local pizzeria. Where did that thought come from? I was listening to my guides even before I understood what that meant. Her husband happened to be there and I told them about my idea. He immediately mentioned the building right down the street in the center of town. It used to hold a work out studio back when aerobics was the “in thing”, but had no idea what was in there now.
This building also happened to be about a mile from my house. I walked into the ground floor and up the stairs and saw a space about 1000 sq ft that was half-filled with some office equipment and boxes. It was the perfect open space with beautiful natural light. Across the hall was a smaller office. I walked in and asked the man at the desk if he knew who owned the space next door? He informed me that was part of his leased space. I asked if he would be interested in sub-leasing it? He said yes without hesitation.
My studio, The Yoga Loft, opened a couple months later. It was a fabulous healing space and I was teaching 14 classes a week and eventually I began offering health and healing classes (more to come about that). This time was a pivotal point in my life. It took me down a path I’d never imagined. When I hung my sign on the outside of the building it was the scariest day of my life.
To be continued…