Last week I went to a Yoga class. Its
been almost two years since I last did Yoga (pregnancy, birth and other excuses
We received an email from the farm
community saying that an Ashtanga Yoga class was starting up in our neighboring
village. Yay! Now that there is a class right under my nose, I have no more
The class was weird, wonderful and
different. My body has been screaming and begging me for months now to start
moving, I'm tired of feeling like I'm atrophied… as the class progressed I felt
my body remembering the positions, the feelings, the muscles that haven't been
stretched in years…I could actually feel my body whispering thanks to me while
it indulged with every twist, stretch and relaxation.
It was a wonderful class. At the end
our instructor brought in some hot herbal tea and dates and the atmosphere was
relaxed and enjoyable.
This week I went to class and more
people had joined and even a few from my village. The class was wonderful and
difficult and I enjoyed every moment. Afterwards, while drinking my hot tea I
asked the girl who exercised in front of me where she was from and she answered
"Sarona", my village.
I hadn't known her before, I'd never
seen her, she's quite new here having bought a house only a year ago.
chatted a bit about the upcoming "birthday" that our village is
celebrating (74 years old!) and how lovely it is that a cake exchange had been
organized to celebrate.
A draw was held and each family
received the name of another family that they had to prepare a cake for. I don't even know who I'm baking for as I haven't
checked my mailbox yet.
On the way home I thought to myself
how we are sometimes attracted to certain energies in certain people…there was
something about that girl that made me start talking to her, and lo and behold, she lives in the same village as I do!
When I got back to the village I
stopped at the post office to check my mail, there was the note showing the
family that was drawn for the cake bake, I didn't recognize the name of the
family at all. Just then the nice girl entered the village in her car; she
stopped, asked me what family I got to bake for, I looked at the note and told
her the name that I didn't recognize. She looked at me surprised and said "It's
me! You got us…! unbelievable...
I love it
when things like that happen.
Our village is not that small either,
there are many families, and how could it be that out of everyone I got her in
the draw!?And I had just met her minutes
before... It's funny and wonderful and these incidents always make me stop and
look up at the sky, and smile.