Sunday is the day of rest, right? Well for me this is usually NOT true.
I got up late, my son was already playing his video games and daughter has set up an area in the center of the house to be a teacher today. Last night it was her artist studio and office. Her creativity comes with a big mess attached, that usually I end up cleaning up. (but that is another story). I gave my son a big kiss as he tries to move away and yet acknowledge me while not losing control of his game controls. I warn him that he has 5 minutes left and to wrap it up. I made coffee, had some yogurt, started the laundry and sat at my computer to check emails.
At my computer I signed on to the Sherry Goldstein's Yoga Sanctuary Website, My favorite yoga studio anywhere, and selected east side studio class schedules. So many great classes, what do I feel like today? I decide on the Sunday Soul Yoga Class, starts at 10am. My computer clock reads 9:47. Holy Crap.
Do I go or not? My brain scans the usual list of excuses from housework, to kids needs, to husband time, to work-work. Crap. I decide in an instant it is now or never. "Something Just For Me", a mantra I keep reciting in my head. May I just add, I have NOT done ANY formal exercise since the end of June, "Nothing Just For Me" basically. No kidding. NOTHING. Except for the occasional walking of the dog.
I throw on my clothes literally, grab a water bottle, climb over the piles of laundry, and head to the door. I have no idea where my yoga mat is, I waste another couple of minutes in the garage searching. Forget it. I leave. I decide if I get there in time and it is okay to go in, it was meant to be. Otherwise I am getting my nails done and maybe going to a yoga class at 11:30. But probably not.
I left at my driveway at 9:56. It took me 8 minutes to get there. My car clock reads 10:04 as I pull into the parking space. I race into the building and climb the long flight of stairs. OMG.
I get there and walk in, the lobby is completely empty. I think I am so late and it is too rude to go in now, I am going to turn around and walk out. But, at that moment I am greeted by a sweet young lady named Shawna with a big smile, she welcomes me and asks which class I am attending. I was just about to say the Soul Class but instead I tell her my brief story that I have not been here in ages and what does she think. She suggest - Yoga for Stress Relief, I think, Is it that obvious! She says it will be a good starting class for me. I ask her if I am too late and she reassures me that I am fine.
It was meant to be.
I open the door to a small intimate class, I mouth "Sorry", to the instructor and she visually acknowledges me. She is in conversation with the class about Blue People. I wonder what is she talking about, but mostly I am glad that they have not begun poses yet. She suggest a space for me kindly and asks if I have seen the movie Avatar including me in the group conversation, YES! I have. (I loved-loved that movie for so many reasons) The instructors name is Olivia, she continues with parallels between the movie principles and yoga. I totally agree and loved her perspective. We talked about "I see you" and that is "Namaste".
(Once you see this movie you will know what I mean)
I was meant to be there, it was no accident, and I am grateful.
The class was exceptional and in the moment. Olivia has a very intuitive approach to teaching her class and was very attentive. I seemed to reconnect to every muscle in my body through slow deliberate stretches. I sort of felt like the tin man from Oz who had not been oiled in ages. The best part was practicing my breathing, it was a true exercise of being present with each full and expanded breath. I forgot what that felt like, wonderful.
I sit here now writing my blog still engaged to my breath and very aware of it.
All I can say is Thank You. Namaste.
PS
The laundry is still sitting on the floor and I will get to it later.
See below for information on my favorite yoga place.
Website: http://lasvegasyoga.com
Blog: http://www.yogarantsandraves.com
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