"The country needs and, unless I mistake its temper, the country demands bold, persistent, experimentation. It is common sense to take a method and try it. If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something."
those of you who don’t know, I teach a yoga class on Friday mornings.This class is very dear to me.It was built up from literally nothing
– no attendees – to the thriving, and sometimes overflowing, experience it is
today.We have become not just a
class, but a community.I must
admit that I may learn more from the folks who attend than they do from
me … though I do think there’s a fair exchange of information, inspiration and
growth taking place.
most recent gift I received from this class came to me just last
week.A gentleman who had attended the class a handful of times waited afterwards to ask me to show him a few poses for some physical issues he'd been having.As I was going through some asanas with him, we began to chat.The next thing we knew we were sitting
on our mats sharing the unfolding of a beautiful conversation about life,
travel and passion.Yes, it was
one of those
conversations.The kind of
conversation that reaches deep down inside and starts gently sweeping against
the flint of dulled senses until a spark is ignited.I could feel that spark beginning to warm me from the inside
out.It was delicious.
talked for an hour.We talked
primarily about our shared passions for getting out into the world and
discovering meaning in life by sharing our gifts with others and delighting in
gifts received.Talking with this
man reminded how much joy and inspiration I feel when I am on the road.It also reminded me how easily I can allow
my senses to grow dull and dusty as I settle into the mundane tasks of letting
roots grow in any one place for too long.The sleeping nomad was awakened, and now she is getting restless.
irony of this sweet and soulful exchange, was that this gentleman will no
longer be attending my yoga class.In fact, he left the country just this week.He’s off living his adventure, and I am here blooming in the
wake of his inspiration.I am sad
that I won’t get to talk with him face to face again soon, but am so very
grateful for those few small moments that we did.
were planted.Ideas are
germinating.Plans are being
researched.Nothing is decided as yet, but I will keep you posted as this inspiration grows and takes shape.We’ll see what it will grow into and
how it will manifest.I have a
feeling it will be spectacular when it reaches full bloom.