Television tells me what I want to hear. If it starts talking smack, I can push a button and it becomes palatable again. My television doesn’t call me a codependent borderline personality or file a restraining order. My television gets me. I watch too much of it. Sometimes WAY too much.
When I entered into yoga teacher training over a decade ago, I went in with no illusion that I would be able to heal the world. I’d found a practice that spoke to me and I simply wanted to share it with others. Since then, I’ve encountered some myths that students seem to hold true and, even worse, some instructors do nothing to dispel.