Takes One to Know One

Last week I had a new student in class.  She slipped in the back while I was still taking roll and I didn't notice her until we were about to begin, so I didn't get to do my usual spiel about how the class works, modifications, etc.  So, as I do with all unfamiliar bodies, I kept a close eye on her to make sure my instructions made sense and she wasn't over-doing anything.  It quickly became clear that she was doing just fine--more than just fine--and I had nothing to worry about.

Although, as I hope is the case with many of you, then my worries really began (Tell me I'm not the only one who falls prey to self-doubt in the face of stern, accomplished yoga).  "Am I boring her?  Is this too basic?  Am I talking too much?"  And then it dawned on me--she is probably a teacher.

And sure enough, after class, we had a lovely chat. She'd just moved to the area and had Iyengar teaching experience and found the class very familiar.  Whew.  She was delightful and warm and very yoga-teacherish.

Except, how did I sense that?  A couple of other times I've come across people who turn out to be teachers, but I sort of already knew that.  How Come?  Do we give off a scent only discernible to other teachers?  A glow?  A secret handshake (well, I hope not, cuz I missed than in the training)?  Is it something familiar in the demeanor?  Or maybe in the practice--a carefulness or thoroughness in the execution of asana that suggests the prompts are being spoken in the head?  

Is it the same with other disciplines?  Do teacher just know other teachers?  Why?  I'm curious if anyone else has had this happen and why they think it does.  


Is this what it feels like to be a Mason?