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Students and Teachers

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Pay attention to the things that bother you
about other people–
they may be friends in disguise
revealing hidden aspects of yourself,
teaching you about the places
that need your awareness,
your understanding.
All of the uncomfortable moments
provide great learning opportunities
if we stay, open our eyes and hearts, and listen.
We are all mirrors of each other.
What I judge in you is a reflection of myself.
Let us open our arms wide
and invite the whole world in.
We are all students.
We are all teachers.

And Then I Taught Yoga

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I awoke tired and in a funk
mind swarmed with visions
of every horror that I have experienced
or was recounted to me this past week

Meditation was difficult
tired mind didn’t want to focus
I felt drowsy, I wanted to lie down

And then it was time to go to work.
I felt anxious,
mistrustful of the drivers on the road,
in light of recent experiences.
I was afraid I wouldn’t be calm enough
for my students,
calm enough to feel whole inside myself.

And then I taught yoga,
and all my personal stories melted away
in the presence of the Universal Teacher
who steps into my body
who speaks through my mouth
who reaches out with my hands
when it is time to welcome the Students.
No more Lorien,
just Teacher, ready for my beloved Students.

They came to me,
twenty-seven souls looking for union
twenty-seven body-minds finding
rhythm in their breath and movement

Today for some reason
I didn’t want to fill
all of the silence with the sound of my voice.

Today for some reason
I welcomed the silence,
saw it as a precious gift
that I wanted to offer to everyone.

I wanted to offer them space,
space for being
space for homecoming.

And because I left spaces
in between the sounds
and found stillness
in the midst of movement
I could hear
and I could see
and I could feel
this incredible connection
with the souls
who were there with me in the room

I thank God for the honor
of being present
to my fellow human beings in this way
the gift it is
to bear witness
to their tender unfolding
their delicate transformation
the trusting leaps they make
as they dance on the fine line of oneness
stretched across the abyss of duality.

Sunday Night Mental Meanderings

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It’s Sunday night at 9:00. I’m sitting here in my meditation room not sure about what I want to write. I’m tired. I taught two times today; there were 25 students in my class this morning,  and 29 students showed up to my evening class. Fifty-four students breathed and moved and found stillness with me today. I feel so honored to have their willingness and their trust for the span of a class. I love it when they laugh at my jokes. I love to hear everyone breathing. I’m so grateful to be excited about my work, to want to show up, to enjoy it while I’m doing it, to feel calm and blissful afterwards. How fortunate I am to sincerely love my job.

And I’m tired. My mind is a bit sluggish at this point, and it’s not giving me too many exciting ideas. I’ve been tired so frequently since becoming a parent, I’m almost used to it, but I wonder what I’d be saying if I felt fresh and well-rested.

More tote bags are on the horizon. I have a fairly large block of time in between my two Sunday classes and headed over to the fabric store after my first class let out. It was such a treat being by myself, able to take time to examine fabrics, choose colors and textures, really commune with them. Normally I have my two little ones with me when I go to the store, and much of my energy goes toward keeping my son from pulling bolts of fabric off the shelf, or preventing my daughter from undoing spools of thread. It means that I end up getting in and out of the store as quickly as possible, and I leave feeling like I’ve been wrestling with tornadoes.

But not today. Today I was by myself and strolled at a leisurely pace through the aisles. I wondered what people make with pink vinyl and black pleather. I chose some purple knit fabric to make myself some yoga pants, and I kind of went overboard buying lots of different fabrics for many more totes. It was just so exciting to pick fabrics for specific people, and play with different mixes of color and texture. I reasoned that I’ll be making these tote bags as gifts, spending the money now so that I won’t have to later. It took a while to get through all of my fabrics at the cutting counter, but the lady was methodical, kind and patient, and I was almost sad when it was over. Back home I went, with fun new fabric riding in the passenger seat.

Sigh. Husband wasn’t too thrilled that I spent money on fabric (again), but he seemed more relaxed about the whole thing after we talked. So much of marriage ends up being how to stay open, even when you don’t agree with your spouse. At least, this is what I’m learning to do in my marriage. Keep the communication flowing, speak honestly, directly, and from the heart, and resolve the disagreements before they end up exploding into craziness, or slowly smoldering into resentment.

I saw the kids for a little while after their afternoon nap, got them a snack, goofed around with them for a bit before it was time to leave to teach my second class. I even managed to squeeze in a moment to cut fabric for my next tote, which I’m sewing for my son. Don’t ask me what a nearly two year old boy is going to do with a tote. He’ll probably run around his room with it, singing, “Clean up! Clean up!” and putting his stuffed animals or  his socks in the bag, before dumping it out and starting the whole process over again. That little boy makes me smile, and I love him more than words can express. He can do what he wants with the tote.

I reckon I better sign off before I grow too tired to meditate. I hope I can stay awake. Evening meditations are so challenging because I’m usually incredibly exhausted when I sit, and I spend a lot of my energy trying not to doze off. Recently I tried doing some deep breathing along with the silent repetition of passages, hoping that this would energize me, give me some clarity. It helped, but this too takes discipline, and by the end of the day there is something so seductive about giving in and just letting myself slip away into sleepy land.

Ok, that is all for now. Except, thank you life for this day. Thank you world. Thank you body. Thank you family. Thank you home. Thank you computer. Thank you mind.

Good night.