Rylla Resler - Blog

Chapter 1 - Yoga? Umm, no thanks…

I first heard about yoga on the Oprah show. Some model was demonstrating downward facing dog, and I was intrigued enough to try it. I got into this triangular position, with my butt up in the air. I felt so awkward, and hated it! Blood rushing to my head, I thought this is stupid—just the latest trend. NO THANKS.

That was probably about 25 years ago, maybe more. I’m fifty-five years old, been practicing yoga for almost 20 years, been a teacher for the past 5 years. I’m passionate about sharing yoga and it’s benefits with anyone who is interested. Who would have thought.

Things change in life, and thank god we change. It was after having children that I experienced some back pain, and the chiropractor suggested yoga. I wasn’t excited (remembering that ridiculous downward dog pose). But she recommended it strongly, and so I gave it a try. I don’t remember much about those first classes. I’m sure I felt awkward, but what I do remember is the deliciousness at the end of class. I used to get up early to attend a class before David went to work, and it was hard to motivate myself to get out of bed and go. But by the end I was always glad I had. I remember my teacher talking about how she fell in love with yoga, flew off to India to get certified. “Wow,” I thought. “I could do that!” But, I had been on the planet long enough to know that I had a tendency to fall in love with many things, and that perhaps, with two children under the age of two, it wasn’t the best time for me to run off to India for a month, for any reason.

I did continue to practice off and on, perhaps more off for the next several years. We moved from Cleveland to St. Paul, then to Basel. I wasn’t working, wasn’t sure what was next, and had unstructured time available. I remember doing more yoga, now online with a Canadian yoga teacher who was starting a video membership site. She recommended doing a Sadhana, or a 40 day practice. Could I do that? Should I? Surely there was something “more productive” I should be doing with my time. But I felt so good after practicing, and I had time right then, so I decided to go for it. I remember I felt like I had to give myself permission to give myself time to do yoga every day for 40 days. It felt almost indulgent, and I certainly didn’t see how it would save me, more than once.

It did, and it does, and that is why I am passionate about sharing it with others. Next blog I’ll tell you the story of how yoga saved me from surgery which it turned out not only did I not need, but might have caused more harm then good…to be continued. 🙏🏼