Weather Report Accuracy: What Do You See?
It's been a while since I've written about the weather, so bear with me, please.
Could you please, please, please not call this drippy, rainy weather ugly? It hurts my ears, it hurts my heart. At least don't say it to me.
Could you please try to appreciate how much we need the rain? We don't live in a desert, we live in lush, verdant, green Southern New England. We need the rain, we don't need a drought.
Is it possible to notice how much more saturated the colors are when it rains or is grey? How much more depth there is in the eight trillion shades of green that the world has turned.
How atmospheric and dreamy the world turns when it's raining. The visuals of the rain invite the world closer even as it seems further away.
Hear the sounds of the rain, the different melodies that are played out, depending on the style of rain--drippy or sheets of rain or just a sprinkle or any other variation on a theme.
The sounds of cars traveling on roads, voices walking by, bird calls, all have a different tone heard through the rain or splashing through puddles.
Fertile Rain, Fruitful Vision
How is this a fertility weather report?
It's all in how you see something.
You see ugly weather? How does that make you feel about the rain? How does that make you feel about your day?
I see beautiful weather, gorgeous possibilities in the rain. How do you think I feel when I look outside? About how my day is going to go?
The rain keeps the earth fertile and growing. Nothing grows without the right kind of nourishment. As you nourish your fertility cycle, your follicles, your hopes and dreams, so is the earth being sustained by the rain.
Have I mentioned that it keeps raining during the work week and then sun shining on the weekend? I've appreicated that tremendously. Have you?
I haven't even mentioned the clouds. Look up, the sky is beckoning.
And there are the ten thousand shades of grey. The color grey, with so many variations, with so many possibilities.
Fertile rain. Let's decide to enjoy it.
Fertile Yoga starts again tomorrow. I hope that my students and fellow infertility travelers are looking forward to it as much as I am. Any of you who have ever taught or instructed anything knows the sense of satisfaction that comes from having done so. Give and receive.
Fertile Yoga is not the first class I have ever taught. I spent years teaching in the New York City school system, teaching art among other things. I loved that job, stressful as it was. Facilitating a student accessing their own learning style and watching them become able to learn something new was thrilling. Sitting in the classroom and seeing struggle after struggle and then watching children edge towards mastery, was, simply thrilling. Seeing that process unfold; watching their faces as material become clear and understandable, was similar to watching the sky clear after a rain storm.
Fertile Yoga is often like that. You all come into class and wear your emotional life on your faces. I see the gamut there, and as we talk, feelings move across, like clouds. Hope is a big one, you are holding onto that one. Even those of you who are feeling hopeless still show up, still are in treatment, still come to class, still have that tiny little bit, somewhere that this could work. There are lots of other feelings there too; fear, anger, frustration, sadness. Today’s focus is going to be on hope.
Hopelessness and hopefulness. Storm clouds passing, lightening and brightening the sky. The flash of the sun, still behind the infinite shades of grey, the movement and rush of one last downpour.
Our faces are invisible to us; we cannot see what those around see of us. I see in your faces all the infinite shades of grey in a cloud. You are not simply one feeling or another. You are the darkest feelings, the lightest, and everything in-between.
Allowing these feelings to roll through, allowing them to move past, allowing the sky, our faces to clear, and our hearts to become lighter.
Watching you in Savasana, final relaxation pose, a moment of peace, quiet. Faces clear and serene. Mind’s quiet. Body, heart and breath in repose.
Looking forward to seeing your beautiful faces tomorrow. Very much so.