Friday, October 29, 2010
I am now teaching yoga to young people three times a week. On Tuesday afternoon I teach at a private Montesorri school... one group (10) of 3-6 year olds and one group (4) of 6-9 year olds.), On Wednesday for six weeks I am teaching 10 second graders. (more about them later.) On Thursday I teach at a public Montesorri school where I am working with 2-5th graders, some of whom are in their third year with me.
The Wednesday group met for the first time this week. We are together for 75 minutes... a long time for 8 year olds. We practiced yoga for 35-40 minutes, went on a mindful walk, came back and discussed what we saw, heard, smelled, tasted and touched. Then another short yoga practice and their moms were there. I heard one mom say, "They are so much calmer than when we dropped them off." I also got a forwarded email today from one of the moms saying the girls loved yoga, much better than the 6 week art class they had done.
When I retired from teaching at risk high school students, I never thought i would recapture that wonderful feeling of doing what I was supporsed , where I was supposed to and when I was supposed to. One doesn't expect to be so blessed in more than one career.