Last week definitely continued in the vein it began, learning of my friend’s passing. Sadness and unpleasant news arrived numerous times during the week to tug at my heartstrings (actually it was more than a tug.) It seems to me life needs to remind us from time to time that we are not invincible, nor is anyone around us. And if I give that some thought, I guess that’s fair. I don’t much like the reminder, but it does in the end circle around to me feeling so grateful for my life, my health, my loved ones, and all my other blessings.
Ever notice how bad news comes in three’s? I enjoyed a great day with my sister-in-law in Truckee on Thursday, a very old tradition that we have recently resurrected. We used to hit every store on the strip. These days we are lucky if we get one or two in before we’ve found a quaint restaurant to settle into some corner and yack till the cows come home. (it takes the cows a while) On her way home she was involved in a collision with a semi -truck coming the opposite direction. With only a foot or two to spare, she avoided what would have been a head-on collision. Deep breath needed for that yoga move.
The following day I received the third of my negative stories, the health of another friend in question. By Friday evening, I just wanted to throw myself down on the floor and cry, too many reminders of how fragile life is.
But … I had another yoga seminar to attend this weekend, a short one to learn about assisting students. The class was scheduled for Friday evening and Saturday afternoon. As I left the house, I reminisced to myself about the beginning of my teacher training class in February. On some level I felt as if I was returning to that huge endeavor, but reminded myself on my way out of the driveway that this was a very short class, and a great chance to meet up with many of my classmates from the first class plus a few new ones, and that I had indeed finished that original hurdle. As I drove through the countryside toward the center of our tiny town, the universe punctuated my sad week with two tiny dead fawns on the side of the road, clearly having been hit by a car. (Okay, I get the message.)
I gave into my tears … they were overdue. It wouldn’t be the first time I drove through the canyon with tears streaming down my face. My yoga peeps would think I looked normal. The class went quickly Friday night, and we met again Saturday at 1:00. We began with a yoga session, followed by the course work. The short yoga practice was actually perfect, not too difficult, but enough to get your blood flowing and break a sweat. We concentrated on the mechanics of the poses as opposed to a flow. As we neared the end, my dear teacher Tess, who makes any class such an adventure, said “we must experience the darkness to recognize the light.”
I can’t even now recollect what that statement followed, why she even said those words. (Of course, maybe in the big picture it was just for me.) But I almost gasped out loud, in fact, I think I did. Tears filled my eyes, and the remainder of our yoga practice I thanked the heavens for the reminder of why last week had been necessary.
I finished the class on a high, and came home so happy to spend the following day celebrating Father’s Day with Rick, a man I think is a hands-down great dad, to his own kids as well as a step-dad to mine. We spent a lovely day doin’ what we love most, spending time in our home and our yard. As the day was coming to a close, Rick said, “honey, come here, quick.” He was standing at the end of our garage. Up the driveway was a deer with her tiny tiny fawn …. so damn darling. They trotted up the hill, a true joy to watch, and a reminder that as brutal as life can seem at times, there will be a light to catch hold of if we keep our eyes and hearts open.
Yoga, ever an inspiration and a reminder of how wondrous this life we lead is, even amidst the sorrow.
P.S. Lorene, words cannot express how grateful I am that you are okay. And Tyler, new father with much to accomplish in this life, love your attitude. Never change that.
P.S.S. Monday morning I caught an early morning yoga class. The teacher, Franchesca, who has truly a beautiful voice, closed our savasanah singing Let it Be … no music behind her, just her pure sweet voice. Being such a Beatle’s fan, I love this song any day, but this day it was just what I needed. I could not believe my ears. Just in case I had missed it when Tess delivered my message, the angels saw fit to send it once more. I’ve started this week with a peacefulness and gratitude for my blessings, the gift of this day and both the light and the dark.
“Let it Be” (one verse)
And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow
Let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it Be