I grew up Unitarian Universalist. The seventh-grade curriculum, which for me was the most profound, was an exploration of different faiths. We visited a Jewish synagogue, a Quaker meeting house, a Catholic church, an Islamic mosque, etc., to be exposed to what people of different faiths believe. The underlying message is that no one is right and no one is wrong. We’re all on the same path, though the journey will take on different forms. For me, growing up UU meant taking my blinders off and keeping myself open to inspiration - spiritual and otherwise - in any place that I may find it.
I heard a study once that the more different tastes you have at a meal, the more you eat. It’s why you can’t help but get seconds, even thirds, at a buffet. The more you try, the more you want. I think the same principle holds true for yoga. The more types of movement I try, the more I want to learn.
I love the attention and intricacy of Iyengar. The discipline and rigor of Ashtanga. The heat and challenge of Baptiste. The deep and quiet opening of Yin. The stillness and introspection of restorative. The spirals and storytelling of Anusara. The core of Forrest. The Bhakti of Kundalini. The simplicity of Hatha.
Most of all, I love the freedom of Vinyasa. Some will tell you Vinyasa means to move with the breath. Some will tell you it means to place in a special order. It is definitely both of those things, but more than that, teaching Vinyasa yoga for me means being without the constraints of a prescribed lineage and the privilege to draw inspiration from all the lineages of yoga and beyond.