For 25 years I taught yoga at the First Unitarian Church in Salt Lake City. Eliot Hall, the church’s community space, has long been home to many of the city’s non-traditional community events. It has housed acoustic music coffeehouses on the second and fourth Fridays of every month for more than 30 years. The Humanists of Utah meet there each month. The Salt Lake Acting Company’s Utah culture spoof, Saturday’s Voyeur, was first performed in Eliot Hall. And these are just a few examples of the community-minded atmosphere at the church.
The welcoming environment—along with the sprung wood dance floor—made it ideal for yoga classes. But, as with everything, it came with complications. Sometimes the floor was less than pristine, which is fine when you’re standing around and socializing, but not so much when you’re up close and personal with it, lying on a yoga mat. Also, the fluorescent lights weren’t super conducive to relaxation.
There were other distractions as well. Occasionally people would walk through the space on their way to an event elsewhere in the building. The annual haunted house for the Sunday school kids took place directly overhead during the last week of October, replete with stomping and shrieking. One time during Savasana, a pizza delivery guy showed up loaded down with pizzas for a meeting in another room.
Still, for the most part, my students and I were able to maintain good humor about the various goings-on.
While I’m grateful to teach in a quiet, dedicated space these days, I don’t regret the years at the church. Those years taught my students and me about perseverance. They taught us that you didn’t need to have hothouse conditions to practice. In fact, if you wait for perfect conditions to appear before you can practice, you’re unlikely ever to start.
The welcoming environment—along with the sprung wood dance floor—made it ideal for yoga classes. But, as with everything, it came with complications. Sometimes the floor was less than pristine, which is fine when you’re standing around and socializing, but not so much when you’re up close and personal with it, lying on a yoga mat. Also, the fluorescent lights weren’t super conducive to relaxation.
There were other distractions as well. Occasionally people would walk through the space on their way to an event elsewhere in the building. The annual haunted house for the Sunday school kids took place directly overhead during the last week of October, replete with stomping and shrieking. One time during Savasana, a pizza delivery guy showed up loaded down with pizzas for a meeting in another room.
Still, for the most part, my students and I were able to maintain good humor about the various goings-on.
While I’m grateful to teach in a quiet, dedicated space these days, I don’t regret the years at the church. Those years taught my students and me about perseverance. They taught us that you didn’t need to have hothouse conditions to practice. In fact, if you wait for perfect conditions to appear before you can practice, you’re unlikely ever to start.