Like banging your head...

When we walked into the Yoga place

yesterday morning,

I was already having a great week end...

not one of magnificence but tiny pleasures,

poetic moments of light and sweetness.

Like the two bowls of oatmeal

with melting brown sugar

a syrupy bed for the dried berries

to sleep, temporarily,

a pumpkin spice latte,

coating lips with foamy warmth,

calm water under paddles and voices of humor

behind me,

herons in flight or resting ankle deep in water,

a hula hoop demonstration in saturday sunlight

and my 'cancer fighting friend' on shore

with an apparent ring of light around her head.

All preceded by a night of singing out loud

with old friends and old songs

in a celebration of time passing,

the perfectly written movie,

that creates tears while smiling hard,

free popcorn, perfectly buttered

for three funny friends content to share

it all gleefully.

(Did I just use the word gleefully? hmmm?)

The yoga class is my first in twenty years

and Marlo, the dance instructor

is teaching it...

and yes, it seems I yoga like I dance,

(no surprise)

as bendable as old dried out stick

hurting, cracking

and did something just go pop?

won't EVEN try to stand on one foot,

but I can breathe...in and out

and I only mutter "crap" once

(out loud that is)

And I love the warrior pose,

so powerful and strength giving,

and when we are asked to

breathe in LET and breathe out GO

my eyes leak a bit

as I feel the 'one' who needs to go...go!

In a wing flapping flutter

of released energy!

When it is over,

I am all smiles...cause its over!

Describing it later as

"I liked it, not while I was doing it,

but afterwards,

kind of like banging your head

against the wall and

wow, that feels good to stop!

(sorry, Marlo)

But really? I was revitalized and peaceful

and walking on air...

And later...when I walked out with a new drum,

a new friend and the 'drum circle dream'

actually having a time and location,

as well as five people who have promised to show up

the weekend became...a magnificent one!

So if you have something to bang or play,

we will be at Rotary park

on the beach at sunset

making some noise...stay tuned...

Pam Piper Rain

Photo by Ed Earley