Misty morning…don’t see no sun.
I know you’re out there somewhere, having fun
It was a cold, rainy, wet walk to the studio this morning, but I was beaming. The route takes me past the parking lot where my car sits.
It sits because I can’t drive it. During Superstorm Sandy the Hudson River came down the street and covered most of what was in its path. I was lucky. I just lost my car. The attendant watching the cars that night stood on top of a file cabinet, on top of a counter, in the booth terrified of the water because he can’t swim, let alone the floating cars that could have crashed into him. I only lost my car. Many people lost much, much more.
As you can imagine, I’m hoofing it quite a bit. It gives me time to do walking meditation, take in my neighborhood and think about, whatever. Did you know that in movies (at least ones that follow the rules of story telling) rain means change? Given as I am to flights of fancy, I envisioned that I was in the movie of my life. It was raining. And I was changing.
I was off to teach a yoga class.
BOOYAH, as the kids used to say.
I mentioned in my last post that most of what we face in life is articulated in tunes by Stevie Wonder, Bob Marley and Prince. Well, I didn’t actually express my thought exactly like that, but rest assured I meant to.
With that cleared up and whatnot…
Class was exhilarating. I’m teaching a hot class and there were several students who were new to this style of yoga. It was lovely to see the students hold each other up with their energy. This was my third time teaching. With every class that passes I’m even more in my groove. Maybe it helps that I coached and led people in my previous career. Whatever it is, I know that this is what I’m meant to be doing right now.
People can adapt. I’m blessed that I had a car to lose. There are so many people who are still suffering from Superstorm Sandy without power or even their homes. The human spirit triumphs if we let a sliver of sun shine in.
If we can’t do that we learn to love the rain.
A student told me that she appreciated how I connected with the class.
In the end that’s all we really have.
This is yoga. It’s what I do. And I love it.
Namaste y’all. We’re all in this thing together.
Don’t you worry ’bout a thing.