Let me start with this: My anniversary class was amazing. Cynthia was teaching, and she’s always such a delight. She likes us to make noise, to sigh, to laugh out loud – and that suits me just fine. She allows us to bring a little joy to class and I, for one, need that.
So class was good. It was perfect weather, just the right amount of struggle, no attempts at dying right there in the room. :-) I even held my standing bow longer than I ever had before! About 30 seconds, maybe a little more. Plus, my energy remained pretty high throughout class.
At the end, while we were in final savasana, I was thinking about how much this yoga means to me, how it’s literally saving my life, how it pulled me out of the depths and is keeping me here, focused, and moving forward (something I believed impossible a year ago). And in a moment more perfect than I could ever hope to describe, Cynthia opened her mouth and began singing about peace in a language familiar but foreign to me. Her voice was so pure, so angelic, and it was as if The Universe was shining right down on me. I began sobbing. Full-on, body-shaking sobs. I felt so grateful.
After class I tried to express my gratitude to her for singing. I tried to tell her how moving class was, what this year has meant… but the words never really came. I just sat in her presence and cried. She watched, witnessed, smiled at me and said “This is what it’s all about.”
She’s so right.