Speed of Life
A slight play on words… speed of light, speed of life… they are both very fast.
It seems like what I planned to write about becomes out-of-date faster than I can write about it. Regardless, I’m going to go back two weeks, to when I went to a restorative yoga practice. The event was called “Yoga in the Yurt” and was at Will Heal Farm.
I almost didn’t go because I was so tired and achy. And I didn’t feel like I could spare the time. It was a Sunday evening and I had to work the next day and needed to do laundry so I’d have something to wear.
It was actually Steve who reminded me how much better I feel after these yoga sessions. There is at least a few hours of residual happiness and calm I get to take home with me, which he probably appreciates.
I like the group of people who attend the classes held at the farm. I don’t get the chance very often to hang out with or work with people I feel that kind connection to. It’s important to get a dose of shared-mindedness and space every once and a while.
It makes me do a little happy dance…
The floor of the yurt was quickly filled by women carrying yoga mats, pillows and blankets. There was cinnamon tea and Golden Milk to drink, along with candlelight, and a wood burning stove to warm us. We were each given an eye pillow to shut out the light and a rock from Lake Superior to hold during our practice. I don’t know anyone who lives in Minnesota who doesn’t feel a certain love for the North Shores. I held my heart-shaped rock in my hand, against my stomach, and remembered the sound of the waves that I knew so well.
I don’t know if we all came to the yurt for the same reasons, but I’m guessing everyone was looking for a feeling of peace and to let go of whatever worries and busyness they were carrying, at least for the two hours we were there.
The focus in this session was on “contentment,” which Allison Miller, the yoga instructor, told us was a combination of gratitude and letting go. Whenever dark thoughts fill our heads, we can replace them with thoughts of what we are grateful for. It may turn out that we will even feel gratitude for the dark times someday, when we are on the other side of wisdom and can see what lessons were learned and new strengths found.
After the practice was done, I went to the farmhouse and bought some of Will Heal Farm’s honey, garlic, lavender body butter and facial serum before I drove home.
One other thing that Allison said during the class was how an article she read reported that the warm, grateful, awe-struck feelings we experience at certain times in our life can be re-experienced when we share the story with others.
So here I am sharing and reliving a bit of the contentment I experienced.
It’s my way of slowing down the speed of life and taking a moment to be grateful for Allison, Rachel and Pat at Will Heal Farm, all the women who attended the yoga practice, Steve who prompted me to get my priorities straight, and for you, the other like-minded peoples in my life, who have come here to read this. Thank you.
“Shared mindedness”, I love that! It’s better than like-minded. Shared mindedness feels more connected, personal, intimate.
I’m happy that you’re writing. I so enjoy reading and connecting with your words. Thank you.
Thanks Dani! I think that writing is as good of a practice for the mind as yoga. I’m glad to have returned to doing both and getting the opportunity to connect on the page as well.
Appreciate you reminding me of the importance of getting past my initial reluctance, which can often end up derailing me from doing things.
It’s hard to tell the difference between reluctance to do something that is likely to be beneficial and that same feeling that you really should listen to because you are over-scheduled and the thing is one of those commitments you never should have made. Maybe it’s a matter of seeing if not going makes you feel worried that someone will be angry with you or you feel guilty about not going. That’s likely one of those “I should” commitments where skipping might be the best choice.