For the last several years, I lived near a couple of my maternal cousins, Tim Cook and Adele Cook Muir. During this time, I was fortunate to have Adele as my very own teacher, or guru (who doesn't need a guru these days?). By living in such close proximity, I was completely spoiled by having a cousin who is also an experienced yogi. I had a private instructor, and we unwound following practice with laughs, food and (excellent) wine. I miss her dearly, and make it appoint to keep in touch.
I recently attended a Prana Studio class of Adele's in Annapolis, Md., focused on the solar plexus, aka the celiac plexus.* She led the class with her signature yin style of yoga, full of cooling poses that counteract my daily writing-based postures.
After this lesson, Adele and I rode together back to her house. She drove, and I texted a friend, using digital voice recording. We just got out of yoga. Now, we are going to Adele's house. I was immediately in awe of the autocorrect on my phone... a doll's house. Growing up, I loved dolls, and dollhouses above all things! And I have since learned that I was doing a solo yoga practice before I even knew what it was. I thought I was just stretching. But there's a lot more to it.
My own yoga experience has grown through many different instructors, books, and the work... regularly practicing. Yoga has traditionally been largely an Eastern world practice. But, as I'm sure you've heard, it has been a Western world phenom for the last three or four decades. I am very excited to have found my very own guru doll, through yoga with Adele.
* Following this particular yin practice, Adele read a powerful poem, The Journey, by Mary Oliver.