Riding the wave

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robert kieber jr. shredding the gnar at Wrightsville Beach

One of my teachers used to say to “ride the wave of the breath.” It’s a beautiful image, isn’t it? I have used it many times to reconnect with the currents of prana swirling in and out of my being.

I’m sitting here today in a different lesson. It’s riding the wave of LIFE. Geesh, do we really need to tell ourselves this? Yeah, sometimes.

I woke up with a sore in my mouth – sure sign that I’d been “processing” STUFF during my sleep. Grrr, Even yoginis can grind their teeth once in a while.

Yup, it’s one of those vata-iferous days.  It’s one of those days when I have fifty-million (at least) things burbling in me pea-brain….getting ready to fly tomorrow to coastal carolina where maybe I’ll be able to see my niece and nephew in action on the high seas, or their boards….packing – not my fav chore! …just tried on my old bathing suit – definitely not my fav chore….concerned about what kind of shape my folks are in, healthwise and concerned about how they’re holding up in their home…..good stuff is shimmering up in the grey matter as well (just more fodder for vata!) : celebrating dad’s 90th on Saturday (he may not be in BKS Iyengar’s shape, but he continued to play golf until last year – go dad!)…seeing 4 of my brothers and their families…..hiking in Croatan forest and on Emerald Isle….

This is all a prelude to confessing that I FORGOT to teach a class this morning. First time in my eight years of teaching. A BIG FAT SORRY to the Village Elders. Y’all think YOU have bad memories??? I even posted a tweet not too long ago about attention and memory that is simply too embarrassing and pretentious to repeat here cuz I am eating those words with mayo this morning.

There I was happily congratulating my yoga blogging buddies: YogaDork, YogaBrooks, and Yoga for Cynics for being mentioned in August’s Yoga Journal. Sorry YJ was not magnanimous enough to give them a link on their online version; you’ll find it at the end of the print mag in the MEDIA section. It’s a nice article by Lauren Ladocouer. When I went to refill my coffee mug, the thought of teaching a class that was by then more than half over, nearly knocked me down.

What can I do but apologize and laugh at this point? Breathe slowly and MINDFULLY for a bit.Take a turn in my garden and focus on the beauty of the gazillions of flowers that are simply opening to the glory of this day.

These moments also remind me that NOTHING is really that important.

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4 Responses

  1. Suddenly realizing I’m supposed to be teaching a class half an hour after it should’ve started…done it.
    .-= YogaforCynics´s last blog ..The Other People =-.

  2. Glad to know I’m not alone!

  3. We all have Vata days, and gosh, I’ve definitely had my share of not being where I was meant to be experiences!! 😉
    .-= Svasti´s last blog ..Healing PTSD =-.

  4. Thank you for the post. I very much agree: nothing is really that important.

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