The Teachings, Not The Teacher


We gathered shoulder-to-shoulder in a circle, the constellation of the Costa Rican sky above, the sand under our feet, a burning fire before us.  The shaman instructed us to blow on a wooden stick and toss it into the fire as an offering to burn our teachers.

Burn our teachers?  Images of The Crucible began to dance in my brain.  I love my teachers, even the ones I don’t like.  Their wise, nurturing guidance on my yoga path has sustained and inspired me for the past 20 years.  Studying with many masters of different lineages has been an honor and a privilege, one that I am not apt to surrender into the burning pyre.  And yet, the ritual presents us with a higher purpose in this metaphorical offering.  We are invited to surrender the glorification of the teacher, so we are left with the purity of the teaching.  The teacher is a guide, a transmitter of the ancient yogic teachings.

Colleen and Rodney define yoga as inquiry.  As much as their brilliance dazzles or soothes, they are interpreters leading us through hundreds of years of tantrasutras and vedas, defining, refining and evolving them for relevance.  As students we are called to use the teachings for our own self-study, svadhyaya.

As a teacher, I am humbly aware that every time I offer a practice of asana, pranayama or meditation, I am in service to the teachings, the alchemy that comes from my life experience as mother, wife, daughter, sister, seeker.  May we continue to serve the teachings as we shed the lionization of the messenger for the pure love of the yogic inquiry.

Love, Iris

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