This is a story about Spirit weaving three individuals into a single space, so their storylines could intersect to create a beautiful congruence of purpose.
Arranged in a half circle, the yoga practitioners gather in the dimly lit studio. The floor is speckled with various colors of yoga props: chairs, blankets, bolsters, blocks and mats. The entire setting is carefully and mindfully orchestrated to ensure a sense of comfort and safety. The team of teachers sit near the participants, ready to offer assistance when needed. The lead instructor’s voice begins to sift through the room.
When the time comes, the yogis are invited to move to the floor and each assistant lends their support to make the process easeful. Once nestled onto her mat and various yoga props, a blanket is draped over Lily. With the gentle weight resting upon her, she compliments the yoga instructor, “You would make a good mother. You’ve tucked me in.” The yoga instructor smiles and replies, “We all deserve to be tucked in.”
Towards the end of class, the stillness of the final resting pose has silenced the room. Past the double doors to the studio, a baby coos. It’s a happy sound that rings of laughter and…newness. The music notes of the baby’s voice permeate the doors and begin to drift through the studio. This registers upon the teachers; smiles are exchanged. The baby belongs to a gentleman named Alex, who is brand-new to the weekly class. He’s proud and happy to be a new father.
Once the joy of hearing the baby’s coos subside a new silence settles over the class. The yoga instructor who covered Lily begins to sense something. Sitting on the ground, not far from Alex, she waits for recognition….sadness. She knows immediately why. She herself is not a mother and cannot physically have her own children. The comment about her being a good mother and hearing the baby, resurfaces the grief of losing that part of herself.
She forces herself to remain seated, to stay in place because she wants only to run. To run away from the deep wave of emotion that is rolling through her. She places a hand on her belly and begins to breathe deeply. The other hand rests upon the opposite forearm and gently squeezes to remind herself of where she is, that she is safe and is ok to feel the emotions she does. She does not flee. She instead chooses to stay present to this part of herself.
After the class concludes, the students filter out of the studio one by one. Lily asks her “draper” if it is normal to feel emotional during practice. The yoga instructor replies, “Absolutely. Our bodies are loyal emotional storage lockers. They will hold onto emotions until they can be released. Are you aware of what you felt and what yoga pose you were in at the time?”
Lily: “Grief. My back was slightly arched and the top of my chest felt…open.”
Assistant: “Ahhh, yes, you were in a heart opener. Our hearts can store sadness and grief. Your heart opener allowed your grief to surface.”
While the yoga instructor was experiencing her own emotional wave, so was Lily.
These three adults are all from different walks of life. Their paths intersect on that day in a unique way; for whatever they each felt emotionally, physically and energetically will never again be that same. Like the overlapping colors in a kaleidoscope, the merging will never repeat itself exactly that way again.
There are many “what ifs” about this crossing. Alex’s loss of vision led him to begin working with one of the instructors who specializes in Orientation and Mobility Training with vision impaired individuals. That connection led him to be a part of the class. A second influencer is the director who passionately brought this program into fruition. It was why everyone came into the space.
Both Lily and Alex did not know how their choice to participate in the class, on that particular day, would be in divine alignment for an emotional healing that was needed for one of the assistants. No one could predict what the outcome would be.
People come together, like constellations. For the duration their lives intersect, there is a rare celestial happenstance that can never re-play itself because as it was, was as it was meant to be.