As I walk through this life, I am often in a state of trying to make sense of things. Why do I feel one way today and then will feel another way tomorrow? Why are chocolate chip cookies so much easier to get into my diet than brussel sprouts? Why haven’t human beings figured out government and politics by now? When I first began practicing yoga, I felt like I had found an answer to one of my many questions. The physical movement, meditation and breath work were all things I had been unknowingly craving. I began a regular practice and enjoyed the benefits that began to manifest.
As time went on, instead of yoga being the answer it began raising new questions. Why won’t my heels touch the floor in downward facing dog? Why can’t I gracefully jump through my hands to a seated position? Why do I keep comparing myself to the person on the mat next to me? Why does my back keep going out? I struggled physically to perform some basic yoga postures. Time, practice, and specialized instruction didn’t change this. I kept thinking if I were a more enlightened yogi I would rise above these shallow concerns of the physical with the grace of someone who can float to the front of their mat seemingly by magic. But I wasn’t there yet.
There are props out there to help the more ‘inflexible’ of us get closer to the ‘right’ pose. As anyone who has regularly needed to use props to complete a yoga class will tell you, they really get in the way. If you’re in a class and everyone is moving into triangle pose and before you begin you have to grab your block, place it on the mat, then get your legs into position, you are already at least 20 seconds behind everyone in the class. You’ve lost the benefit of having the teacher lead you through the pose. You don’t really get the full benefit of the posture as by the time you’re in it the class is moving on. It’s just not the same.
These things began to weigh heavily on my mind, really. I was very discouraged that I couldn’t do the things I had been trying to do for so long. Combine that with starting a family and my yoga practice began to dissolve. I didn’t practice for a few years. Yoga was no longer a regular part of my life.
Then one day, a new friend asked me if I had ever practiced yoga. So many thoughts flooded my mind at the same time but to keep it simple I just said, “No.” He went on to tell me about this new form of yoga he had tried and absolutely loved. He felt less discomfort in his joints, was moving better in his other activities and he recommended it to me. He was very enthusiastic and his energy piqued my curiosity. I ended up going to my first Kaiut class shortly after that conversation.
My very first experience with Kaiut Yoga was neutral bordering on unpleasant. I did appreciate that most of the poses in the class were done while sitting or lying on the floor. I really appreciated that the props needed for the class were already laid out for me… and everyone else in the class. The work was hard though. Afterwards I was surprised to find the muscles in my legs quivering. Stepping on the clutch as I drove home I could feel my thigh tremble. Some deep work had taken place.
After a handful of classes I really started to feel the benefits of the practice. The combination of intensity with being able to work at my current level of physical ability was a new concept for me. As the days, weeks and months passed I felt my body letting go of old tensions and injuries. Not only was I feeling as well as I could remember physically, I was sleeping better and emotionally more even. A comment I would make to friends is, “Kaiut Yoga is like the most effective antidepressant in the world and without any side effects.”
I then realized the difference between Kaiut and other yoga styles I had tried. Kaiut Yoga meets my body where it is, rather than my body needing to meet the yoga. It is, for me, a revolutionary approach to yoga. It reminds me of the line in Bridget Jones’ Diary when Mark Darcy tells Bridget, “I like you, just as you are.” Kaiut Yoga ‘liked’ me, just as I was.
Laura InBody, Kaiut Yoga Broomfield