the one who is at play everywhere
This morning I officially taught my first yoga class. It was wonderful. I was subbing for a friend of mine so I felt a little ease in that. Her students are pretty regular, so I wouldn’t likely have brand new students. And in fact I only had two. They were gracious and in good spirits, I was so fortunate.
Class moved along likely a bit quicker than I had planned, good information to know. My students seemed to be following well, I noticed some heavy breathing and accommodated with some rests and tried to have a nice savasana. For me, it was lovely. I hope so for them.
Lately I have been feeling the gifts of presence. I have been trying to honor my limits, rest enough, eat well, find moments for pleasures. And this has soothed me. I often feeling as if that last forty years of my life have been sprinting towards this time. And now, here, I want nothing more than to sit with a cup of tea, or have dinner with a friend, take a stroll with Luka, or catch up with my children. I strive for nothing. At least until school starts again…then sometimes I find myself getting caught in that achievement mind. I must remember how it is now.
The scent of this moment is enough to bring it back.