Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Sacred Sunday

I haven't been to Yoga class since I started to flow.

The Universe nudged. Goddess Dancing Flower in the Water called to escort me to Yoga class. I said NO. I had things on my TO DO list and Yoga class had dropped off the list. I hung up and listened to that conversation in my head.

Yoga and a ride to class - and I said NO. I immediately sat back and took a few deep breaths. Time to get out of my head and into my body. GingerMama and I went for a long hot sweaty
walk. When I returned, I checked out Yoga One's website. A workshop with Jordan Bloom - finding the sacred in the mundane - arm balances and backbends - time to strengthen my
practice and gain wisdom. Cool beans. Signed up for Sunday's class.

Sunday morning, WSM Noah drops me off and goes to the beach. He'll pick me up at 1:00 p.m. but he has to be home at 1:30 p.m. to meet someone. Off I go to sweat and learn and play. Picked up some useful techniques and got INspired by watching others practice and achieve new moves. Learned a few new moves of my own. A beautiful shavasana to end our practice and I'm the first one out the door. I don't see Noah. No worries. I slip back into the studio and check out the time. Exactly 1:30 p.m. What I know is that Noah has come and gone. I take a deep breath and put my yoga mat between my and my backpack and I start walking. Finding the sacred in the mundane.

From Dixie Highway to Johnson Street - I cross the railroad track and am heading east on Johnson. My Ipod playing lovely tunes and the sun feels good on my face. The walk feels great on my body after all those stretches. I keep on walking. I need to pee. I am feeling my body. I need to drink. The hot sun in August at 1:30 p.m. I start to feel a little hot. I wish for the good old days of my youth when I had no fears of hitchhiking - I ask for help - and immediately the horn blows. A car pulls up to offer me a ride. Not even realizing it's for me, I keep on walking. The car drives up a little bit and the horn sounds. The driver opens his window and asks me if I need a ride.

Everything about this car and its driver felt okay - safe in my gut - and yet, an old tape of don't talk to strangers, never get a ride from a stranger plays in my head. I take a deep breath and cross the street and get into the car. What is your name? And the man answers back, Raphael. Angel Raphael who helps the healers. This man drove me to the hospital around my house and dropped me off.

Home 10 minutes after yoga class.

ASK and you shall RECEIVE.

Funny how often I forget to ask.

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