My favorite Yoga teacher Charley was not your typical Yoga teacher. He drank, smoked, and got into bar fights. Despite this, his voice was smooth as honey as he guided us through meditation, and we imagined ourselves melting into the ground.
What I liked most about Charley is that sometimes, he failed when demonstrating poses to us. Not only did he fail, but he showed no signs of embarrassment about it. While I think he could really do the poses, he was trying to teach us something else by showing us it was okay to fail.
When I did headstand, he asked, “Why are you doing it against the wall, Bill?” He urged me to learn it in the middle of the class, and stood by me with his arm out, so I felt safe from falling over. Now I don’t need the wall.
These lessons apply outside of Yoga practice. Life is falling down. And getting up.