This week I asked my boys why they do yoga, #broga!
My year 8 yoga class (12 yr old boys) is entirely made up of boys, more and more each week. Noisy, rambunctious and lippy, they take about 10 minutes to calm down. I am used the crazy chat by now, the giggling, the shoving and the teasing comes as par for the course.
Suddenly from being cute little kids, their voices have dropped, their shoulders broadened and they are perceived as thugs in the eyes of society, reflecting our own brutish nature, projecting it onto these relatively innocent boys.
And then comes the calm – how are you today?
“My girlfriend broke up with me”
“My chemistry teacher told me off”
“I hurt my leg in rugby”
“I have a big match tomorrow and I am worried about my knee”
“I feel so tired, can we just do yoga sleep?”
Then the class commences, the chaotic, arm balances, spontaneous partner work, until finally they beg for mercy, they beg for the peace of yoga nidra, like babies, the crawl down onto their mats, checking each other out – slowly letting go of the expectations, the constant judgment and assessments and let go…..the most beautiful point of my day and of their week, it seems.