The leaves are plummeting to the earth. My lawn is once again buried in red and gold. I will have to go out and rake again. Or, I could also put it off for another day or so and just enjoy the colors. The sky is clear, the mountains are showing off for me. And I am feeling wonderful about being alive in this moment, right here and right now.
So much news. First thank you to everyone who participated in the election this week. Your care for the future of this country and planet and your vote does make a difference. I actually could have done with quite a bit less participation from the advertisers and superpacs. Wouldn’t it be better if we just put a cap on how much is spent on any and all political campaigns. Candidates would have to win on their goodness and wisdom, and all that money (I think the grand total was 1 billion dollars) could be spent on services and programs much needed in our country. I’m just saying…
Meditation: The Meditation Circle at Village Green is up and running. Every Thursday evening 7:00pm – 8:00pm in the upstairs loft. If last week was any indication of the energies for the future, this is going to be the best event of your week. Asana, pranayama and guided meditation; we all practically floated out of the room at the end of the night.
Yoga Classes: Classes continue to grow. The morning hatha classes are a great way to explore the depth of your asanas and learn more about alignments and therapeutics. The evening vinyasa class is a steady flow of postures, linked by breath and some juicy and inspiring music. And then of course there is the Sunday Morning Salutation Class – this is one amazing class – we all come together and restore one anothers’ soul through the depth of our practice and our commitment to wholeness and well-being. All of these classes are available for drop-in by pre-registration at Village Green Yoga in Issaquah.
If you are looking for something more personal, sign up for a private session. These can be scheduled at your convenience, and are a great way to address specific therapeutic issues or to up-level your practice. Perhaps you want to put it on your holiday wish list – a three session gift package is available for only $175, a savings of $25, and will probably be the best present you get this year. Shameless advertising I know, but I honestly, it is true – private sessions have made such a difference for so many people, isn’t it time you tried it? Contact me directly to schedule your private session.
India: More stories! you say. What was my big take away? you ask. What was the high point? Okay, Okay. Here’s one for you. I realized I am afraid of monkeys. This is weird, because I didn’t think I was really afraid of anything, so learning to accept my fear of monkeys was indeed a big deal.
In Rishikesh, there are two halves to the town. To travel from one side to the other, you must cross the Ganges River, by one of two suspension bridges. Both are narrow, both are crowded. As a pedestrian, you share the bridge with motorcycles, mopeds, bicycles, people, cows, dogs and MONKEYS. At first I was charmed. I mean the monkeys are quite cute, and when they have their babies hanging from them their bellies, they are even cuter. But there are lots of them and they are swinging up and down the cables, and jumping on and off the cables and onto the bridge. They are reaching for your bags, they are reaching for anything in your arms. They aren’t afraid and they don’t necessarily let go when you ask them or jump upwards in fright. And you just don’t know if you will be the one the monkeys decide to pick on.
Hanuman Shrine, just down from the Bridge of Monkeys in Rishikesh – click on image for surprising details
And there was another time when a couple of us were walking up from the river at sunset. We looked up the dirt road and saw about 50 monkeys coming our way. Yes, I admit that fear was what filled my heart and brain. This was not my home, it was theirs. I was the alien, the visitor without permission. And of course I had heard those horror stories about people being attacked by monkeys without any provocation, and I wasn’t about to go tromping right through that clan of monkeys.
Fear can lead to humiliation, and then right on to strength. In this case, our fear inspired us to turn around and go back down to the river and ask some locals for help. One of them looked at us sympathetically, smiled, and asked us to follow him. Back up the road we went, but this time we had our guide and he had a couple of rocks in his hand. He tossed the rocks up the road, the monkeys scattered. He laughed, we smiled, (sheepishly) and proceeded up the dirt track, a bit chagrined and a maybe a bit wiser.
So there you have it, another story about India. And another couple of lessons learned by yours truly: 1) I am afraid of monkeys. 2) It’s okay to ask for help. 3) The results are sometimes inspiring and sometimes humbling. And most importantly, 4) opening that door to acceptance has enabled me to look at some other things in my life that are a bit scary. The more we are able to acknowledge our vulnerabilities, the easier it is to move forward and perhaps overcome them. Funny that I should relearn these lessons about overcoming obstacles from monkeys – Hanuman is after all a monkey god.
Have a great week. Happy Fall
Shalom & Namaste