When everything just falls into place…..

Before we decided to come to Spain I had booked myself on a yoga teacher training course to be held over about six or seven weekends in Norwich near to where we lived in the UK. The lady who taught the course lives in Spain!!

Then of course all our plans changed and so I quickly emailed my teacher to see if there was anyway I could train with her in Spain instead. She was amazingly accommodating and said of course no problem, come to where I live in Spain and you can do the course there instead as a one month intensive.

So, that is how we found ourselves in Iznate and today I met with my teacher, Maggie, ahead of the starting day next week. We met for a coffee in a bar in the village and I am now soooooo excited to be training with her.

We hit it off immediately, and her philosophy and way of training is so up my street. Everything is falling into place. She likes to teach in the traditional way i.e. in small groups or 1-2-1 and for the first few days of the course at least I will be getting her individual attention – how great is that!! After that there maybe another 3 or 4 people but no more than that. I don’t need to learn how to teach as such as I have been teaching people for the past 6 years with my Personal Training and I know how to teach safely and within the limits of myself and my clients so to have this style of teacher training is just perfect for me.

I started a teacher training course about 2 years ago that I ended up not finishing because the style of the teacher and his methods of teaching just didn’t work for me. In that course if you couldn’t do all the postures then you didn’t pass the course simple as that but this time around it is more about giving you the tools you need to go out and develop your own style and find your own way. Yoga to me is very much about the individual experience, which will differ from person to person and not about having a whole room full of people all doing the same mechanical moves.

So, to say that I am excited about beginning this course is an understatement and I am marveling again at the power of the Universe that I find myself in the right place, at the right time and with the right teacher for me. Love it!!!

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and hubby and me have agreed a three-day computer shut down – except when we power up the laptop to Skype family on Christmas Day that is – so this is the last post before the festivities start. I was planning another post for today but just had to share my excitement about my yoga first!!

What I was originally going to share is the following – it makes for a long post but this poem evokes in me all the excitement that I used to get for Christmas as a child. The sleepless night waiting for Santa to come, the excitement waiting for the presents to arrive and then the seemingly never-ending wait to be allowed to get up and open them………..enjoy and FELIX NAVIDAD……….xxxx

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St.Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap;

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name;

“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of toys and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,



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