Having my body described as mythology rather than an actual physical shape that I could easily connect with left me with a feeling that I wasn’t really getting what was going on, probably because I just wasn’t advanced enough. To be able to understand I would have to keep sitting at the feet of advanced-enough teachers, until that one happy day when - by the grace of the Gods of Yoga - I would simply fall into the non-verbal intelligence of my breath and… well, I honestly don’t know, because it never happened.
The truth is that I no longer believe in an enlightened state where emotions are seen through like nothing but energies, rather than felt. I believe in being a normal human being that sometimes has everything under control, but most of the time is 50% mess, 25% “I got this” and 25% “it could be worse”. I’m a yoga teacher who teaches and practices with perfectly imperfect people. We grow together, and that growth is never linear. It’s messy and confusing and beautiful.