I discovered yoga after decades of competitive swimming. I was in graduate school at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas and on my way to completing my Master of Fine Arts Degree in Poetry, when my best friend suggested that I try yoga. I remember telling her that I wasn’t interested, that yoga couldn’t possibly provide the physical workout I was seeking. I had spent years tearing down my body, pushing my muscles to their breaking points, and then waking up at five am to do it all over again. I thrived on goal setting, accomplishing the impossible at any cost and ignoring the pains and strains I had been inflicting upon my body. I really didn’t know any other way. That is, until I showed up to my first yoga class. At the time, I knew something incredible was happening, but I could not have imagined how much of an impact that single hour would have. I fell in love with the person that yoga would help me to become–on every level. I learned how to access and calm my mind though physical movement. I learned to truly listen to my body, to avoid injuries and unnecessary strains. I learned how to tap into my breath to inspire movement and most importantly, how to draw my awareness into the present moment. And that was just the first hour.

As I continued down my path, I discovered (and am still discovering) how yoga is so much more than performing physical postures (asanas). It is a way of moving though the world. By the time I decided to embark upon the journey of becoming a Certified Yoga Instructor through All About Yoga in Las Vegas, I had already been teaching World Literature and Composition at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. It was a natural transition. The opportunity to practice and teach yoga has helped to enrich all aspects of my life, adding elements of a calm presence and joy. It is not an isolated practice.

As a published poet, I see a deeply rooted connection between yoga and poetry. They are both driven by the breath (by inspiration) and offer profound insight into shared experiences. I continue to explore this amazing relationship. My yoga practice has also helped me to become a more patient and present mother to my beautiful son Maxamilion.

As a teacher, I am thankful for opportunity to pass along the experiences, connections and knowledge that my teachers have given to me. I am honored to be a part of something so much greater than myself.

© 2010 Megan Merchant. All Rights Reserved.

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I’m not certain how many times this scene has occurred,but enough that I can recount it with vivid precision :

I’ve just finished a series of sun salutations, moving inside of my breath.  Inviting it’s pattern to begin and end each movement as if were a protective shell. I can feel something start to stir in my arms–each muscle takes on a light, electric feeling.  My internal rhythm of heartbeat base starts to fill my ears  and I can feel it accelerate slowly like a car engine coming to life after being left in the cold.  The events that happened before class start to dwindle in importance and I am able to recognize my physical body for what it is.  I have feet.  I have arms.  I have a sore back and tight hamstrings. I am present in this moment and listen carefully for the instructor’s next cue.  She asks the class to step back into downward facing dog for five breaths.  A pose that feels enough like home that I don’t really have to think about it.  My body
simply finds it.  And then it happens– with my fingers pressed evenly onto the earth and energy teetering between my hands and feet in the tug of war that is the pose, my arms begin to shake–rather violently.  This disruption sends me right back into the spiral of my “thinking mind” and I begin to judge this experience.  Can anyone else see? Why is this happening?  I should be strong enough by now that my muscles shouldn’t shake doing this pose?  How embarrassing!  Arrrggghhhhh.

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