Geeta's Journey

Growing up in India, yoga was in my blood, most people had some form of a yoga practice, usually a smattering of aspects of basic pranayama, asana, dhyaan and jap. My father never failed in his daily practice of asana, pranayama and medtiation. The journey of yoga in India is personal and free. Each person and their own journey; I saw yoga practice everywhere, in parks, streets, river banks, inside tiny homes, terraces, street benches, but not in classrooms, unlike here. Occasionally though I would hear people talking about what they had learned in an ashram or a workshop.

I remember practicing asana for fun from a young age. I learned meditation as a teenager. Then in the gurukul of my esteemed music guru I got to experience the true connection between voice, vibrations, thoughts and life, the real union or yoking (from root yuj- to join in Sanskrit). This was when the concept of vrittis became real for me, as did my longing to dedicate my music to stilling the mind.

I continued to practice asana and meditation and vocal training through most of higher education years, although not as regulalry. I came to the US 20 years ago for my Ph.D. and my practiced dwindled. Five years later when I concieved Anoosha, my first child, in Tucson, AZ, I knew yoga alone would save me. Although I have improved steadily, a significant hump in my learning curve came after I began practicing ashtanga with Mary. I am 50 this year and I do not aim to do challenging asanas, but am naturally going in that direction. It is quite astounding!

I also am so fortunate to have enriched my yoga journey by becoming a student of Sanskrit in the past few years. I have the honor of continuing to learn each year from various teachers in India and deepen my grasp of yoga's vast ocean. Each moment I am more humbled and appreciative for the opportunity to share my understanding and vibrations. So grateful to Mary and the Eudora Yoga Center!