My weekend in Atlanta was amazing. Normally I get subs to cover my Monday classes when I return from a trip to Atlanta, and when I say “trip” I mean both travel and that sense of tripp’in. Ya’ll, I was up and drinking coffee before the sun came up, and yes, I’d been to bed.
I decided to do something a little differently this trip. I resolved to teach my classes on Monday, for good or ill. I return from Kashi (the ashram in Atlanta) on Sunday evening. This particular Sunday evening when I returned I ate my weight in noodles and, somehow also biscuits. I’m not sure what happened. Eventually I fall into my own bed, which feels nearly as divine as the weekend, and sleep for twelve hours.
Upon waking, I crack one eye and look around. I am not sure where I am, as my room has almost as many images of god adorning almost every wall so I can’t tell if I slept in the ashram lobby or if I am, in fact, in my own sacred chamber. I feel a couple of heavy warm patches on me. It must be the cats. Certainly I am home. To my knowledge there are no temple cats in Kashi.
I make coffee in my own coffee pot and am relieved to find I remembered to restock the coconut peanut-butter. If you’ve never tried it I highly recommend it with your coffee. Eat it right off the spoon for full effect and nutritional benefits (I might have made that last part up).
I realize pretty fast I don’t even know if my ipod is charged (yes, old school ipod) and I think I’ve used the same three or four playlists for five or six weeks. I also have no idea what I’m wearing, I should have washed my hair yesterday and my toenail polish might be chipped.
Given the reality of my situation I try to get me together. I am not sure how this whole teaching right off an intensive weekend is going to go. I arrive at the studio in time to be alone there for an entire four minutes. This is enough time to place the new Shiva statue on the yoga center’s altar. He will sit there for at least a week, maybe longer. If you stop by tell Him hello.
Let me tell you something – teaching yoga the day after returning from an intensive yoga weekend retreat ain’t no joke. It is, in fact, one of the most exhilarating things a person can do. I felt almost manic by the time the last class was over.
I certainly used concepts in anatomy and language I learned over the weekend. There was a whole lot more to it than that and I wish I could tell you what it is. Maybe it’s the investing myself in something and then getting to turn right ’round and do the thing I’m so totally stoked about. Also, I spent time with this Teacher who shows the way on a path that is subtle and challenging and rich with potential for growth. Engaging directly with the Teacher of my heart gives that heart of mine great courage.
Feeling inspired by the weekend I decided to put a workshop on the schedule. Before this trip I made a mala. A mala is a garland of beads on which one says prayers, mantras or affirmations. I know a woman, she’s probably reading this right now, who thinks a girl can’t have enough shoes. My dog thinks she can’t get enough kibble and I don’t think a yogi can ever have enough malas.
I so enjoyed making and then wearing my mala that I decided to offer a workshop teaching folks who want to learn how to make traditional prayer beads with tassel. The workshop is on Sunday March 22 at 2 pm. You’ve got to buy the stuff because I have no idea what you’d like. I suggest you buy something in your favorite color. If you’d like to know more go to the Mala Workshop here where you’ll find your shopping list and more details on the afternoon.
I’m really glad to be back home with the cats. I am grateful to have Uru Yoga and Beyond where I get to teach and participate in the instructional side of these magnificent practices. Also, I am already planning my next trip to Kashi.