Went to class. Showered. Still so very hot.
Class tonight was amazing. Despite my utter certainty that Gerdette was trying to usher in our own mini-apocalypse, I felt joyful. I was smiling all through class. Maybe it was because of the solstice, maybe because I know that it’s all downhill from here – who knows. Maybe I felt joyful because it felt sunny and warm in there while it’s been grey and rainy for what feels like years. YEARS.
I need to go back and do a run-down of all the progress I’ve made over the course of a year. Maybe this weekend.
OH! Tonight during class (right in the middle of our 2-minute savasana) I remembered a ridiculous dream I had last night about Bikram-The-Man. It was so silly. So I was in line behind a bunch of people waiting to walk down a roped-off, red carpet area that led straight to Bikram. As each person walked down the carpet, they had to pause and pick out an item (from a group of items) to present to him (Dalai Lama-esque?). Anyway, there were many different velvet paintings of bengal tigers (hilarious) and various other pictures and things. It was my turn, and my friend Colin said “Just pick the right thing.” I walked down the carpet, paused to peruse the goods, and ended up choosing a large picture of a kitty. Just a regular-old housecat. I walked up, presented it to him, and he said “No!”
He did not like my kitty cat picture. That was when I realized we were all trying to get into teacher training. Obviously, I didn’t make it.
I’ll leave you with that tonight. :-)