This week I introduced the concept of Santosha to my yoga students as we practiced balancing postures. Santosha is a yoga observance (niyama) that means contentment, or being happy with where you are. In other words, Santosha is not coveting more than you have, but being content with what you already have, where you are, who you are, or what you’re doing. It’s a big one, this contentment. Hard to remember sometimes most of the time. (Especially in today’s world of wanting more more more!)
Contentment is something I’ve been focusing on in my own life a lot lately. I tend to be a person that strives… has lots of goals… does sixteen things at a time… and pushes back harder when things aren’t going the way that I want them to. So Santosha is usually a struggle for me.
We just took our house off the market (three offers, but none worked!), and I am trying to remember that I can be content with where I am on the map. I don’t need the big bad rural art yoga farm right now. It’s probably better that I get more teaching experience under my belt anyway before pursuing something so grand. And this gives me time to really enjoy where I currently live (and all the fun stuff that seems to be happening suddenly!). The best part: it feels good to mentally move back into my own house. To be here now. To see the light that comes in in the afternoon. To notice how comfortable my daughter is here. And to even give some love to my current space by painting some walls in my studio to make it more cheerful.
I have also been kind of beating myself up for not being a better yoga teacher. I feel like a yoga baby… and that would be because I AM! I just started this teaching stuff and it’s challenging! And sometimes frustrating. But I love it to bits. I really want to inspire my students and help them get into their bodies and minds more. And when I have an off night or a class where only one student shows up, I’m bummed. If my sequence isn’t gorgeous and has people beaming after class I feel like I failed them (not very yogic, huh?). And just as I’m thinking about Santosha with where I am in this new adventure, I run across Marianne Elliot’s post about starting where she is. Beautifully written. Quite perfect. I needed that.
The list goes on and on, really. Includes all facets of life. Wishing things were different than they are. And it’s really a waste. It’s a shame to be thinking about how things could be because it means missing the blessings and beautiful synchronicities that are happening right now. So remembering Santosha pulls me back to the moment. Cues me to breathe deeply. Calms my ever-wanderin’ mind. And gently guides me back to being content with where I am now.


