Drama, then Calm, then More Drama


If Monday was a Toy, it Would Have Been a Yo-Yo.
I am not what you would call a "shy" person (stop laughing, people who know me offline); however, subbing for a Yoga class full of strangers really gives me a severe case of the willies. "Oh, why did I ever say I would do this?" I moan to myself (silently - because after all, I may be crazy, but I'm not nuts). Yesterday I was scheduled to teach two classes in a row, subbing for a woman at a different studio from my usual. I landed on this studio's sub list because my usual teacher also teaches there, and having subbed for her I ended up on their sub list and get the occasional call from all and sundry. I usually say yes despite my moans, because after all if they're calling a complete stranger off the sub list, they're probably desperate.

So here I was yesterday, freaking out because of the little car that went klunk and hoping I can get the silly vehicle back in time to drive me up to Germantown. It was like a little call-and-response chorus of anxiety in my head, "Ooooohhhh - please let the car get fixed in time/Ooooohhhh, why did I say I would teach a Level II class?/WOOOOOAAAAhhhh, when should I start panicking about the car?/Grooooaaannnnnn what if they hate me?" It was a good thing that I spent most of the day on my own, as I am sure I would have been a whole load of fun to be around in that state.

But as you know, the car was fixed and I went off to teach (three... straight... hours...). And again, anticlimactically but reassuringly the classes responded well to what I gave them. And as the first group lay in the darkened room in final relaxation, atmospheric pyrotechnics and wind began to whip up beyond the plate glass window behind me. As they sat up, lighting flashed, rain drummed, and trees danced in frenzied ecstasy. Cocking a thumb behind me, I said, "I ordered up all this drama just for you. Namaste."

Posted: Tuesday - June 07, 2005 at 08:13 AM         | |

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