Tammy,
I arrived ten minutes early for class Saturday. As I approached, I saw a woman who smiled and said, “Hi.” I was taken back a little as the “nobody talks to strangers rule” is usually in effect here in South Florida.
I smiled back and she said, “Where is everybody?”
“It’s a holiday weekend,” I said.
From her accent I could tell she was probably European. “What holiday?”
“Memorial Day.”
We went our separate ways and rolled out our mats.
During class, I looked up to the sky and saw a bunch of clouds. I then noticed the blue space area between the clouds. It seemed to form the shape of something. I started thinking as we were holding chair pose for an extended period. The Euro woman must have influenced my thinking because I thought I saw a boot shape, kind of like Italy. Here I was in a yoga class, doing the chair pose and thinking of some great tortellini, pinot grigio, and a cannoli. I guess that’s what people mean when they say yoga can be relaxing. After a year and a half of sweating at yoga I finally experienced a relaxing moment. Ah, but then my chair pose crumbled and I fell.
Europeans really know how to make their moments count.
Gary Kahn
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