Linnea Lico

I found yoga the day after I finally quit cigarettes for good. I fell in love with the practice that showed me day by day how my lungs could heal and take in more and more life giving air. Eventually ujjayi breathing did not hurt, it felt better than any experience because it connected me to something deeper: absolute presence.

Through my practice I saw other self destructive habits and detrimental beliefs fade away. Yoga affected me physically and emotionally. I learned to allow myself the space for growth.

Physically, my practice has been a slow moving improvement and that in itself has taught me so much. It took me two years to feel confident enough in my chatarangas to do it without my knees down. Yet that patience and willingness to show up every day led to my greatest growth. I stayed patient and compassionate, and have seen myself growing my practice ever since.

I truly saw the power of a consistent practice when my grandmother was in hospice. This was also around the time I began to explore meditation, which I now work to incorporate into the beginning or end of each class. By being aware of my inner feelings and able to sit in a place of discomfort and be calm, I was able to show up and be there for my family through that difficult time. I felt immensely rewarded when my grandmother looked me in the eye and told me that me being there made her feel like she was at home. From that day forward, I vowed to share the strength I’ve derived from this practice and share it with those around me.

It is from this place of self compassion that I teach from. Around the time of my grandmothers death was also when I luckily (although it certainly did not feel it at the time) lost my 40 hour a week job that I had been dependent on. Suddenly I had time on my hands and a new strength inside me that gave me the courage to sign up for teacher training with Jackie Fenton through Bright Heart Yoga Studio. Those 200 hours would prove to change my life immensely and in the most beautiful way.

Once I was so afraid of public speaking I would never even consider standing in front of a class and speaking for an hour, I finally bit the bullet and realized my first night in teacher training that it was not about me, it was about my students and what I could give to them. With that my fear dissipated. Now I am grateful each day to have grown past this fear and to be able to share the practice that I believe in so deeply.

I am committed dedicating my life and time to learning constantly and sharing with others all that I can. To show up, and to the best of my ability pass on all the good this practice has brought to my life. Self care is a divine responsibility and every day that a yogi shows up to their mat is respecting this fact. Those who do this are also the people I want to surround myself with and share with them this beautiful practice and all that it has to teach us.

I hope to see you on your mat.