Listening to the birds this morning. I’m wondering what it is they are saying. I’m wondering that a lot lately. They wake me every morning, strident in their calls. They are outrageously loud outside of YogaSpace. So loud that last night while I was teaching, I turned off the music and we practiced with the sound track of starlings.
Right now there’s a male cardinal, bright red, sitting outside my living room window, balancing on a bush, as if to prove my point.
The male birds are brightly colored. To attract the females. I like that.
In our culture, we females tend to do the attracting, the dressing up, paying much attention to the superficial.
When I teach at the studio, I get there early to take advantage of their wonderful book selection. Lately, I’ve been reading Mark Whitwell’s, “Yoga of the Heart”.
Meandering through the book, or through the book collection. How do we choose a book? Not by it’s cover? Yes, often by its cover, at least to look at initially.
Don’t choose a book by its cover is what we are told. But haven’t you noticed how often you are attracted to another human being because of how they choose to present themselves? What they wear, how their hair is or is not, make up, jewelry.
Something about how they present themselves appeals to us or does not.
I’m not talking about attraction because someone is outstandingly beautiful. I’m talking about the little things that attract us or make us feel instantly connected to someone else. The little things that make us feel that we have something in common.
It is after the initial attraction draws us in that we see and experience more. That we look beyond the surface. That we hear what they have to say or feel their energy when they speak. Do they mean what they say or is it at odds with how they are saying it?
I know the birds are not calling to get my attention. I know that they are not speaking directly to me. I know that there is no personal message that they are trying to deliver.
I also know that there is a message coming through anyway. I’m choosing to listen.
More about this and book covers tomorrow!
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.