My meet and greet was awesome, and here we are, two days away from our first class. I find myself in a mindful preparation for Friday … as well as, a readiness.
Yesterday I ordered my meditation pillow. I actually love meditation, but have gotten so far from it in past years … let’s see, Lynn, how many years has it been? (On second thought, let’s not talk numbers right now.) Anyway, there was a day once upon a time I practiced my yoga and my meditation, and I loved every minute of it. I can’t tell you how excited I am to make my way back.
But in that day, we didn’t have meditation pillows? (just sayin’) So I pulled it up today on Amazon, and there’s no shortage of meditation pillows. (It’s a butt pillow, but I think they’ve come up with a much nicer name for them.) They come in every shape, size and color; but what I learned in my short Amazon drive-by is that you want it filled with buckwheat (not sure what that is, but it sounds like a character from Little Rascals. Look it up, youngins’, great old show.)
And it’s preferable if it’s covered in organic cotton or hemp. I browsed the hundreds of meditation pillows, but one caught my eye as it came with a bonus eye pillow. I have no Idea what an eye pillow is, but if they’re throwing it in the deal and it’s made from buckwheat, then this I is on board. (Will be an eye exam shortly following this post.)
Hopefully I’ve got this silliness out of my system for the rest of this blog. (Sharon, you must have some responsibility for this personality trait, as you helped shape me from so young.)
Take a few long breaths before continuing, breathe in … hold for a count of ten … exhale (these are instructions I need to learn how to say in a rhythm that will not asphyxiate my students.)
The meet and greet was truly everything I expected it would be. A gathering of peaceful souls looking to embark on a life-changing experience, one that will test each of us in ways we can’t even imagine at this point, but that we will remember and cherish for the rest of our days. That, in a nutshell, is what I came away believing.
I didn’t take a head count, but I think there’s approximately 10-12 females and one male. I’m definitely the Old Timer (thanks, Kenny, for that term) but I will embrace that role, and teach these youngins’ something in return for what they teach me. I can’t wait. I learned working for Virgin America, the position which I will soon be leaving, how rewarding it is to work with people much younger than I. It makes you step up, not succumb to being lazy, and they have so much to teach us older folks. They are, after all, what we were in our younger days, and we had a lot to share. They do too, but exponentially speaking. I love learning from them, but there will always be room for the wisdom of a generation or two before. It’s what will help them build a foundation that will allow them to soar. One generation builds upon the next.
Our two yoga teachers … Scott and Tess, http://www.eastwindyoga.com, were everything I was expecting and more.
I’d been attending Scott’s classes for a few months, but really not had too many in-depth discussions in that time, sign up for this and that, not too much more than that. Take that towel, put it in the dryer, that kind of stuff. But my time in class offered more than enough time to know that he was a true teacher, and one that would push for more at any chance, but make it fun all the while. Great combo.
Tess, I’d never met, but had visited her website and spoken with her on the phone. I loved her website, but it failed in comparison with meeting her in person. What an amazing tiny powerhouse, so full of love and goodness … (these are my teachers?)
Two amazing souls teaching my yoga teacher training class, I think my mom is up there pulling some strings.
Tomorrow approaching at light speed …
One chance at a life to give it all and get it right …
Endless second chances to take it one chance at a time. (I’m going to need that to get some of these poses down.)
Will share a few last minute thoughts tomorrow.