So today, Joan showed up. “I thought you were dead,” I said, hugging her hard. To the credit of the 9 other people in the room, much laughter ensued. I am after all in the Chapel of a residential care facility. About once a month our regular yoga class is moved to the Fitness Room for a funeral. No one flinches, except me, to myself. I haven’t lost a single student to the inevitable, yet. Secretly I believe that the practice will keep everyone alive longer. We will all be together forever laughing about our life force, applauding Carol for finally, (6 months), being able to lift her right arm up over her head, extolling the virtues of Dave, our lone male participant.
All week I have taught about the revelation of my own essential nature (divine life force) being limitless, joyful, peaceful and free. And within all the swirling, crazy, whirling dervishness of my dating life and my over-scheduled work life and my sometimes tender home life, I have this perfect encounter, twice a week, that fully expresses exactly who I am. To be in love so unexpectedly, completely and tenderly is so, so sweet. My heart has broken open as a result of my connection to this lovely, gregarious sometimes grumpy group, and I never want it to end.
But it will. So I hug Joan hard and laugh at her excuse for wanting to sleep late. And we sit down in our chairs together, align, and begin to breathe.