I showed up for Yoga a couple of weeks ago to find the instructor and class waiting outside the health clinic where we practice. We were locked out. We waited and chatted a bit and it became more apparent that we weren't getting in. One of my fellow yoginis suggested that we go to Meadow Park...all of us were up for it....we waited a few more minutes for the stragglers and then caravanned over to the park. We had planned on finding a shady spot in the grass, but once we parked, our teacher spotted the empty dock. Her face lit up and asked everyone if it looked like a good spot: we all enthusiastically agreed. It's a small dock, mostly used for fishing or for watching the happenings on the lake. It fit the six of us and our mats just perfectly! It was about 6:45 pm so the sun was on its way down and the breeze off of the lake kept the heat moving. Every now and then, the breeze would stop long enough to let me feel the warmth of the sun.Cathleen apologized for not having music; but we had the sound of the water lapping the shore, calls of birds and ducks, the occasional splash of a breaching fish, the soft sound of the breeze..what better way to practice yoga?
And truly, there is no better way than being outside where all of the energy flows so freely. All of my poses felt so much more uninhibited, I was able to let go and tolerate the pain a little more. I was in awe of the experience I has just had..totally unexpected and spontaneous. It's these moments that you know that you are on the right path, in the right place at the right time.
