But there is also another portion of people, luckily very small, for which yoga doesn't do them any goodand that perhaps should devote themselves to something else.
I love watching humans interact in an unfamiliar environment.
I love observing the dynamics and the energies that develop between the long-term or short-term guests, the friendships, the kindness and the spirit of mutual protection that are born between most of them.
Students who find connections, points in common with each other and who live the present moment, genuinely sharing emotions, respecting themselves and consequently the surrounding environment. They are the people who you. Are always happy to see again, they are those who do not pull away, who are not afraid to show their fragility, and they are “true”, so true that it is impossible not to love them. They are the people grateful of what they do, of who they are and of what they receive. Inevitably, these are the people who "find each other" and when this happens, the environment exudes their presence in the most natural and pure way that exists.
But there is also another portion of people, luckily very small, for which yoga doesn't do them any goodand that perhaps should devote themselves to something else. I refer to those people who complain about everything, from food to the intensity of the practice, to the heat, to the mosquitoes, to the room-mates, to the water that’s too cold or too hot. Those who speak over the others, those of "I need it now, now, now", who scream instead of talking, those who know everything but have a vocabulary that does not include
words such as please and thank you.
While the first group is what perhaps should be considered “normal” in this "compassion, enlightenment, sharing" environment, the latter teaches you never to take anything for granted, to keep your mind flexible and to test yourself in being non-judgemental.
Who should we be thankful to?