Baby Nana’s eating chives from the garden. That’s a diaper I’m going to have to deal with in the morning. Or maybe not.
Today B, who is 3 1/2, slowly took over my yoga space and turned it into a stuffed animal hospital. It was impressive. She had stuffies bedded down in the hammock, on the couch in the office area, and on various yoga mats on the floor. There was a stuffy nurse and a supply of makeshift medical implements. There were even animals in the bathroom with their booboos wrapped up in towels and toilet paper. At least a roll of scotch tape was used for bandaids, and for some reason, the hospital also had a hair salon, which meant there was stuffy fluff all over the floor.
I thought about fighting this as it unfolded, but instead I retreated to the yard to do some yoga asana in the grass followed by some seated meditation. As my mind wandered during meditation, I thought maybe I’d take a couple photos of the animal hospital and post about how I traded the mess and solo cleanup I’d have to do later for the practice time.
But it didn’t work out that way. Instead, everyone pitched in after dinner and helped with the clean up. There may have been some threats of no ice cream involved, but it was fairly painless, and B got so into it that she ended up mopping the floor of her own volition.
In the end, the shorn but healed stuffies made it (mostly) back into the bin, and for the ten millionth time, things didn’t turn out the way I expected.
The studio is ready again for some online teaching tomorrow, but who knows what will happen between now and then? At times this quarantine (for those of us fortunate enough to be stable and safe) feels so monotonous, I know, but at the moment by moment level, everything is still totally alive and changing. Not just the updates on the virus and public health measures, but in the kosmos all around us, which includes the hearts and minds of everyone.
Can it all become part of our ongoing meditation? Maybe if we become witnesses to the granular experience of our lives, more and more of our moments will collapse into gateways to eternity. Maybe we can even catch a glimpse in a dirty diaper from a baby who ate chives from the garden.
Hang in there. If you want to join me for live yoga tomorrow, Friday, at 10 am central, here is the link:
https://m.facebook.com/ahimsafamily/
There’s no charge. If you can’t catch it live, it will be archived on the page along with other classes from me and my fellow teachers at Ahimsa. ✊❤️🙏🕉
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