I’m feeling festive on this “eighth-month” eve, and am tickled by how I feel in the echo of yoga class this evening. I really loved teaching a class of two. These are earnest, strong women who know how to affect change in their lives. I’m inspired, every week. And sometimes I find myself in front of them, with no plan in hand, wondering what our 75 minutes together will bring. What will float in on the winds…? Extension in the hip flexors and balance in the pelvis. Welcome! Passive shoulder and heart openers. Mmm… Lifting the pelvic bone to root the feet into Mother Earth! Oh, don’t mind if I do.
I just read a few wonderful little quotes:
To accept the responsibility of being a child of God is to accept the best that life has to offer you.
– Stella Terrill Mann
Enthusiasm is not an emotional state. It is a spiritual commitment, a loving surrender to our creative process.
– Julia Cameron
I’m left pondering my role in guiding my two students through enthusiasm for and to yoga. I understand that it’s not just a practice to illuminate the truth of our realities. It’s also a lifestyle that co-creates the realities that our hearts truly desire. My role, then, becomes one of channelling, not teaching anything but reminding all of us that we are love. I’m just the messenger, from universal consciousness. In another situation, someone else has and will remind me with the same timeless message.
And what of festivity? Maybe I’m still celebrating the Equinox, or at least harvest time, but I’m inclined to pull cards. I’ll share them without interpretation. Welcome, month of jack o’ lanterns and hoodies.