My older son joined us for dinner and gifted me with a beautiful stone he had finished. It is a chrysocolla. It is valued among Native Americans as a stone of peace, wisdom, discretion and levelheadedness.
The day ended with my participation – for the first time – as a student in my younger son’s yoga class. As the instructor, he warned me that it is not a simple series of comfortable stretches but a truly sweat-inducing workout. Great! That would be a perfect way to end a lazy weekend and begin a new week!
The class began with my teary eyes. No not out of fear or a bad case of allergies… My son introduced me to the other students and described how I have been supportive through the years. He went on to make the analogy how yoga supports our physical and spiritual health... I cannot agree more. In fact, doesn’t all physical exercise do that for us?
Well, I discovered a match in intensity of training for my coach – my son. He was not kidding. The class moved fast with poses changing at a good clip. Thank goodness his friend was beside me to model them for me – and lend me the immediate support I needed! It looked like we were finally winding down when I heard Mike say, “You all are doing a great job! We have covered a lot already, and the class is only half over.” Oh, no.
What a workout! I ache all over. Even my hair hurts. It doesn’t matter. I am happy. I am proud – not so much of my accomplishment in this yoga class but of the instructor. He is the accomplished one. Namaste.
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