No Yogis on the Pyramids!

Pyramids Teotihuacan is an archaeological site about 40 kilometers north of Mexico City. Each time I have been, I have visions of a yoga practice on top of one of the pyramids. It’s a sacred location, with two large pyramids, the sun and the moon, and a main avenue connecting them, the “Avenue of the Dead.” This year I facilitated a 40 Days to Personal Revolution Program for 15 teachers at the American School here in Mexico City.  Every weekend, we took our yoga practice to the streets, and made videos for the group to follow. I had dreams about this last video; the 90 minute video at the pyramids. So we rallied 13 teachers and met up at 7:00am on Sunday morning to make the trip out to our neighbourhood archaeological site.  We parked at door three, got our gear and head toward the gates. By the time I made my way on over, my colleagues were nodding their heads, side-to-side.  My stomach sank. We’re  not allowed in? My little dream was shattering and I had dragged 12 others along for the crumble. “You need a permit,” we were told. “You have to get it in the city,” they said politely. “There’s no way you can get in today with those mats,” they repeated. So my lie (I am a pain in the ass) manifested, and I made my way to talk with the administrator. Then I heard it. Literally.  People shouting. “Remove the rocks!” “Relax with what is!” “Shift your vision!” And I knew. I was with my tribe. As my lie started to surface, and edge it’s greedy little face to the brim of my forehead, I came back to the words of my friends, and it was in their words that I found the way. This is Mexico. The administrator “wasn’t in” and we were most definitely out. So we did what any yogis on a mission would do. We drove around the pyramids until we found a space of grass big enough for 13 mats, with an amazing view of the pyramids in the background. And we flowed. We flowed to Brandon Compagnone’s 90 minute podcast. And we laughed, we giggled, and we embraced the fact that we became as much an attraction as the pyramids themselves. “What in the hell is that?” Tourists asked their guide as they pointed to 13 yogis in child’s pose. He went on to talk about the Aztecs. We had a blast. It was a day that left us grounded, full of vitality, and that gently peeled back the layers of each and every one of us.  I left feeling grateful. Grateful to have friends who share an adventurous spirit, grateful for sunshine and opportunity, grateful for movement, and grateful for the 40 Days program. When people ask, “How was yoga at the pyramids?” I answer, “It was amazing, Come next time.”  I am in the process of getting a permit. Pyramids 2
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Love this! Diane you crack me up!

Michael Schweppe on April 24, 2015

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