Day Sixteen

Be the change you wish to see in the world. --Mahatma Ghandi

Woke up early thinking about "things". Not always a good sign for me. In my practice yesterday, I was so very earnest in offering myself to the Flow of Grace. And today I've tried to stay focused firming the container of what matters (like muscular energy in Anusara yoga).

I gave a talk today about Restorative Practices to our school Site Climate Committee, a mix of adults and young people. PowerPoint with clicker thingus, the whole drill. Was a good opportunity for me to organize my current understanding and clearly express an intention - to share information with "deciders" in our community and to (hopefull) inspire (some of) them to pursue this too. Dressed in orange and green - the colors of my warring ancestors, and went in there to be peace, and to encourage these young people to take up an intention and practice of peace. What a powerful moment this was for me - to meld years of work into a 40 minute interaction. Gratitude to my teachers!

Some things just do take time. And there is power in embodying what we want. To really stay in the process of learning it, dancing with it, Being it however we can. That's why I lean into Grace so hard! What a sparkly gift after the meeting today when one of my students who had attended told me, "oh, yeah when you were talking about it I knew what you meant; it's like what you're doing all the time in class." Wow! That's all a person could ask for.

Reminds me of last night when my yoga resistant son, Mat (who I do not push yoga on at all, but who used to come and rest/nap while I was teaching classes when he was a little guy), told us about wrestling practice that day. Apparently the young men were trying to effect some kind of flippy headstand kind of move and no one could do it. Until Mat. He said he got himself in position - not having every done it before - and quietly said "om namah shivayah" and did it! Ha! Then some other guys could do it, too. The power of Opening to Grace. His coaches were heard to be mumbling something like, "What's he doing? Is he singing? What is that?"

Holy asana, Batman. Gotta love that.