transform
The school year has officially come to a close. My classroom is boxed up, notes and gifts have been brought home, and my daily teacher responsibilities are on hold until mid-August. I could not wait to go to gentle & restorative yoga tonight. My body prepped itself all day to shift into completely neutral mode on the mat once 4:30 arrived.
In my Facebook check in, I wrote "when I'm not here for one day I feel off". The rain fell in big droplets as I hurried up the familiar sidewalk to the back of the building. At 3Tree Yoga, you park and go in the back. Up the handful of wet wooden stairs, I splatter across the back porch, reach for the metallic handle and let myself into the warm environment.
At first I see no one. Just a navy blue mat set up in the studio with props. As I take off my sandals slipping then into a white cubby, the instructor turns the corner and welcomes me. He embodies the same warmth.
Crossing the threshold from entryway to studio, I note that his mat is pulled flush to the wall. Perfect, I need grounding of myself today as I move from the school year to the summer. Although it was storming for hours, light finds its way in through the two frosted floor-to-ceiling windows at the front of the studio. I pitter-pattered my bare feet over to the space illuminated by the clouds outside and unrolled my mat. Light within the storm, you are just what I need.
The class is over before I know it. Each pose we did I embraced with my everything. He instructed us to sink so far into our mats that we were only holding onto reality by a thread. And I did. I basked in the comfort of the light leaving behind any mental state of negative space.
I transformed.
Transformation never just arrives. We are required to meet this alteration in order for it to impact us in the infinite realm of possibilities. Much frontloading is needed for true transformation. The remnants of previous relationships including the one you have with yourself can be shed so that you can see your true self in the way it is intended.