A couple of weeks ago, I was invited by one of my old Essex County students to teach a Hot Power Vinyasa Master Class at Spa Lady in Fairfield. I of course said yes. mostly because it was something that I had never done before, and I’m living big and this felt like one of those moments and so, I’m doing it.
Tonight was the night and I’ve got to say, it was a blast! There were a lot of people there, from all walks of life, some who knew yoga and most who had heard of it but had never even attempted a forward bend working their feet with the rigor that yoga requires: Many long rows of women being introduced to rooting through their feet is amazing to witness. And right in that moment, watching the effort and the focus, I am so there with them and we are aloft in this intertwined and effervescent relationship that know no bounds.
Vinyasa yoga is challenging, especially when heat and power are attached to it, and there is a tendency, and I know this from my own practice, to disengage from the flow and focus on the resistance coming from the body. “Don’t wish you were somewhere else right now,” I say to my eager sweaty students. “Stay in the moment and breathe through the challenge and the wicked resistance.” I can hear the effort through the breath and the audibles coming out of the mouths of these dedicated women would be embarassing in any other public situation. For me, it’s really really fabulous.
I’m so just there for the ride that I can’t even believe it. And I’m really beyond grateful. What series of odd serendipitous and quirky curves and connections had to have taken place in order for me to be in this exact spot at this precise moment in my life. And I realize I’m in the flow of the good graces of the universe and the truth is, that I’ve gotten so caught up in the day to day stuff that goes on in my life that I wasn’t really paying attention to this great awesome gift I have been given.
It took the collective breath of the group, breathing in me, around me and through me, to rise me up to a state of awareness where grace and wonder take hold. In savasana, corpse pose, I play Krishna Das’ “God is Real” as loud as I can without disturbing the peace. And as I dim the lights and ask my students to surrender deeply and allow the newly created energy to take hold in their bodies, I realize I have been well and truly transformed.
Namaste! And a big one at that!