For the past 12 months, I had been emailing the manager of one of the most stunning yoga studios I had ever seen. Called Ella Yoga, it is about five years old and part of the renovated Tel Aviv Port. With three rooms, Ella offers up to 80 classes a week; there is Ashtanga, Iyengar, vinyasa, viniyoga, Yoga Works, Kundalini, Sivananda, pre- and post-natal. There is everything but Anusara.
For the past 12 months, the studio manager responded to my emails, each time insisting that I had to wait, arrive, call, meet Ella and see.
Finally, a month after our arrival, after the chaos had lessened, I succeeded. Ella and I had a meeting.
We spoke in Hebrew about my background, my family, my intention, my yoga teaching, my Anusara involvement. She told me that she and the manager were open to offering Anusara after hosting some of the teachers that had come from the U.S. the past few years and seeing the response, but that there was only one possible opening on the schedule: Sundays from 1-2:30pm. Recently, they had added midday classes at this same time on Monday through Friday, which left Sunday free. I practically jumped out of my seat not only because of the opportunity but also because an early afternoon class meant no traffic in either direction. She made it clear that it would be challenging to start a new class as a new teacher of a new style with only one time slot; I told her I was up for the challenge, that I had built a gentle community at Sage from nothing. And then she asked me the question I had been waiting for.
“So what language will you teach in?” She sat back in her chair, awaiting my response.
“Hebrish or Englew, whatever you want to call it,” I said without hesitating.
“Ma ze?” she asked, wanting to know what I meant.
I explained that I can start in Hebrew and speak as much as possible, until I get stumped and have to resort to English. And that I knew it worked since I had already subbed three times for Erel, who used to teach at Ella before opening up his own studio. Name dropping worked like a charm.
Ella was impressed by my ballsy confidence.
“Tov.” She nodded her head and smiled, good. “Brucha haba,” she said, welcome. We had a deal and discussed the terms, and I walked out, floating on a yoga high.