a tale of two

Yoga, gotta go, get there, fill the water bottle, change, stretch, move, hold, breathe, let the chatter dissipate, breathe, move, hold, sweat.

Traffic is roaring, and OH NO another red light. Waiting. Check blackberry, no messages. That meeting, what was he thinking? News, not another shooting, change the channel, advertisement, talking, music, where’s the music? No not love songs, ahh an oldie, nope not in the mood for, more news, where’s that remote? Body language, when did people loose interest? The board room was so stuffy, and how about the looks, the discussion…oop blackberry falls, fumble to recover it, “Hello…yes, I’ll get to that right after lunch, appointments all afternoon but I’ll fit it in…ya no time to waste on those who aren’t on board…have to make this happen by the end of the week.” Finally, just another couple of blocks, hope there’s a parki…I’ll have to run, grab the bag, where’s my water bottle…just leave it, drink from the tap. Better be a spot open, there’s one, no. Aha, here’s one. Grab, run, traffic, stairs, cut across the street. Shoes off, change, gotta go, no toilet paper, wash hands, oooo fresh flowers, scent of the studio, squeeze in here. “Hi”…outta breath, time to start, who’s teaching? Where is she? Want to get started, breathe, focus, stretch, a kink where did that come from? Ahh more people, quiet chatter, smells what is that? Always smells the same, fresh, familiar, breathe. Begin.


Yoga, sun’s shining, can feel it. Mmmm warmth, peace.

Traffic flows like geese on a spring day gliding from south to north, catching drafts and currents unseen by the naked eye, detouring and landing where the terrain guides, contributing to the energy of the community. Breathe. Dialogue around the table, many forces at work reflected in the music of voice. Music, music of choice, what will it be, today a symphony of blackrock blues, is that a ukulele, a fiddle? Funny, ha! there’s always a spot to slide into just a little further away. Mat, water, presence. Outside the church bells ring, listen turn and see the vibration in the air, stop in the midst of a slow thoughtful walk…Oh, oh, she’s running, ahh to class. What is that song? Familiar, chiming bells, the sky is so full of fresh nothingness, it’s complete, smiles, deep breath. Transcend, up the stairs, across the bridge, moving from earth to sky back to earth. Eyes connect, smile, a gentle nod, “Namaste.” Warmth in the air, breathe in the familiar fresh aroma, welcome. Gratitude, prepare, breathe, be. Begin.


Breathe, begin…

One comes naturally, one requires intention. Which is which?