We have yoga every Tuesday. Today I arrived early, an unusual event. I brought green shamrock cookies, somehow that isn’t the right thing for Yoga, but people ate them and enjoyed them anyway. To bring the spirit of the month to class, I wore my wildly striped neon two tone green leggings with my black and green Irish dance school shirt. People laughed a little when I walked across the room to get my mat and I was fine with that. We all need a little more laughter in our lives.
Down dog, orchestra, sun salute, warrior pose, etc, etc. Yoga terms flying free and I do this all in my crazy March outfit imagining that I am some kind of Celtic heroine, except I don’t really know any of those. I will never be Brian Boru, for example
Then mindfulness, created by focusing on breathing and on the soothing voice of our Yoga instructor, brings me back to the moment The moment is bathed in sunshine and blossoming trees. The corner studio, in a community center no less, is on the top floor with floor to ceiling windows. So the naturel green from outside is becoming one with the green of our spirits.
A friend gave me a pin that reads ,”I’m Irish and keeping calm is not an option.” I strive for “calm,” a worthy goal to be sure. But I know that my passions, anxieties, excitement, and sense of wonder drive me too hard to maintain that calm. So Yoga is a good new addition to our lives this year. My husband and I take the class together and yes, it does help with the whole calm thing. I’m not there yet, but the road to calm is good for me, and I see it down below as I gaze out the window of the Yoga studio.
The road rises up, through the very windows of our studio, to meet us. And as it does, cars zip by below, oblivious to the little community above, reflecting on life, movement, and the moment. We stretch and stretch, hoping to revitalize our bodies and our souls.