Last evening I went to a two hour yoga workshop aimed at marking the passage of the year. It was a relief – I had somehow frittered away the actual midnight passage being cranky at my children who, though too young, insisted on staying up. My last bad mommy moment of 2011.
I was amazed to look back at the year. What do you bring with you? she asked. What do you leave behind…
What is your intention for the New Year?
I was amazed at the strength I found, as I looked backward. At the wisdom. At the growth.
I noticed another thing, too.
For the second day in a row I was in that room, filled to capacity. Two days in a row we were two inches apart from one another. People turned away…
Yesterday was much warmer – candle light and mantras ending in peace…
shanti, shanti, shanti…
But I missed Sweet Teacher even more, and noticed her lessons most through her absence.
When I started going to her class in September I hated the forced interaction with my neighbor. It felt invasive and forced and hard.
Strange, isn’t it, how hard it can be to acknowledge the person next to you. Don’t say Sorry when you touch someone, she says, say Good Morning.
In the two amazing days at the studio this weekend, neither beautiful brave teacher had us say hello to each other. Because it is rare, isn’t it – the encouragement of connection.
Some amazing people have written me this year because of this little project of mine. I have been grateful for the warmth. It has been far more personal a thing than I have published in years, and has forced me to let go of a lot of who I like to be in public… Thank you for reading. It feels strange to write that – this is, really, mostly internal ramblings of some small bit of what is going on with me one day...
But I think I bumped into you by accident this morning.