a metamorphosis as magical as a butterfly’s

at 8:10pm last evening, amidst the icy shards of February rain, and the dampness of days and days of west coast weather i hopped in my car and shivered my way to my yoga mat. the studio was blissfully warm as a horde of sweaty, satiated bodies emerged from their hot practice.

i lay down, closed my eyes and waited for the stillness and the silence…and waited…and waited.  although watchless i was confident we were on the other side of 8:30, and still teacherless.  moments later i felt the rush of feet beside me…the footsteps emanated a mild anxiety.  my mind awoke and i gauged a fluster in the air.

my yoga teacher addressed us and apologized for her lateness.she had been at the airport for an emotional goodbye.  she stilled herself and began. her voice faltered and we felt her unsteadiness.  it seems no matter how practiced, how spiritual or how prepared–sometimes we stumble. that small crack in her voice and a sigh connected us all, no matter how different we are, how diverse our jobs, lifestyle or age we are all vulnerable and have moments where we need to lean on others.

as a yogi she drew from within, she asked a student to join her and lead the practice.  it was a strong, compelling and decisive moment. her wavering was not a flaw it was sadness amplified. she showed compassion for herself and for the 30 or so unsettled bodies floundering on the mat.

the student became the teacher. his deep baritone brought focus, direction and balance to the room.  a surety swept through the room as subtle and a slight as the first fluttering of a breeze. our breath united, bodies relaxed and anxiety slunk out the door.

i applaud my teacher, she had the wisdom to hand over the reigns and slight egoism at the knees. there was more than one instance in the ‘corporate’ world where i would have appreciated higher-ups handing over the reigns to their team. on more than one occasion i have sat through a meeting listening to superlatives and summations knowing i would have to reconvene with the second in command.

60 minutes on the mat brought about physical restoration but a more powerful lesson about letting go and holding strong.

namaste

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About ithinkinwords

i love common sense and innovation. the trails, mountains and oceans are magic. i run a little, have recently taken up mountain biking and find bliss in yoga. getting outside everyday and moving is a must! sometimes when i am driving i look into the rearview and think how did i get here? -- last time i looked i was 17 and crossing my fingers my VW had enough gas. well it got me here.

5 responses to “a metamorphosis as magical as a butterfly’s”

  1. Erinne says :

    Here here.

  2. Erinne says :

    Or “hear, hear”, but I think “here, here” is better given your discussions about being in the moment. Writing this made me think about that funny phrase, and I wasn’t sure if it was here or hear, in any event they both work!!!

  3. paulreit says :

    It was an honor to share that magical night with you,
    I have often wondered what it was like for people who have found their calling.
    Now I know. 🙂

    Namaste
    paul

  4. twocentsplus says :

    Thank you for guiding and for sharing. Yoga helps me tune in….

    Yoga heals, nourishes, and challenges us. The practice infiltrates every corner of our lives. ~ Valerie Jeremijenko

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