Yoga Diary: Far from the Madding Crowd


I recently moved from Boston and its vibrant yoga community to the small West Texas town of Lubbock. I had been a Baron Baptiste devotee. I loved my routine, a four-day-a-week practice that made me feel healthy, comfortable, dedicated. But then life threw me a curveball and I found myself in a situation I'd never imagined. My husband got a teaching job at Texas Tech University, in a town with no yoga studios. The closest major cities, Dallas and Albuquerque, New Mexico, are more than a five-hour drive away.

When I arrived, I tried to approach the situation with a yogi's mindset, telling myself that change is inevitable and necessary for people to thrive. In my new home, I practiced with Shiva Rea and Rodney Yee DVDs and a space heater warming up the bedroom. It just wasn't the same. I became bored, frustrated, and lazy. I made excuses for not practicing. I felt angry: Lubbock was not forward-thinking enough to have even one proper yoga studio!

I eventually came to realize that the move was an important part of my practice. Rather than be pampered by the many fantastic studios Boston had to offer, I had to create something out of nothing. So I began pursuing proper certification and teaching at the university, local gyms, and dance studios. I took up rock climbing, popular here because of the local canyons, and was surprised at how the movements and focus required by the sport mirrored my yoga practice. I have learned that living in a place where there are no yoga studios does not mean that I am living in a place where there is no yoga. I have had to cultivate it and introduce it to others. I now teach yoga three days a week at the Rec Center at Texas Tech University as well as a class called ClimbYo: one hour of yoga followed by an hour on the indoor climbing wall. As Baron says, yoga is "what happens in every waking moment: using intuition as your guide
to change any circumstance in your life."