4/13/09 First Meditation Class

Rainy.  Grey.  Puddles of rain in the backyard.  Even the animals are hiding.  I don't mind the rain as long as the weather is warm.  But today the weather is cold and it's raining.  Did I say that?

I taught my first meditation class at Mindful.  Well,  that's not counting the 14 years that Luke and I ran the meditation center.  Anyway,  I'm offering the class and we'll see.  It's at a nice time.  People can come once a week and chill.  

There were three people.  MKate,  who will teach the class while I'm away,  a man named Tom and Angie,  who used to study Hatha Yoga with me.  The class was sweet.  Tom said that he was so relaxed that he didn't know how he could go back to work.  That pleased me. 

Then I went home.  At my front door,  MKate and I talked a little.   While we sat in my driveway,  we watched a darling little robin.  He had pufffed up his feathers to keep warm.  He looked fat.  Sometimes he'd peck at things in the grass.  Then up into the tree again.  His red,  red feathers were shiny from the rain.  It's a  joy to see birds playing.

I went inside to work (and play my computor games I must admit)  At about 6 ,  I started getting ready for my Butler class.  In someways,  I'm always up to teach Hatha,  because I have a loose formatt and I'm not afraid to go with the energy of the class.  But I still  need a selection of readings.  And to put on make-up.  Well,  you know.  

MKate demonstrates for the Butler classes and Luke plays for the meditation.  Four times a year,  we teach Paula Saffire's Hands on Spirituality class.  She rocks.  Each class comes from her deepest heart and when you walk into the room the shakti is already high.

Scott does an after Easter foot washing ceremony before we come.  Very purifying.  And then we're on.  I have more energy now that I see myself off the cane before another year rolls around.  It's as though I'm already off.  I can't explain.  Luke sees it happening.  

The class went fast.  It flowed.  I never teach from notes.  I prepare several ideas and then just go with the shakti.  God lets me know what a particular class needs.

At the end of class  Luke comes and plays for 1/2 hr.  Tonight,  he played on such an amazingly high level that his violin sounded different--like one of the million $$$$ instruments.  

I summed up with the story of how a butterfly struggles to get out of its little prison and into it's world of beauty and freedom,  and with how God bent time for us on Easter Sunday.

Yummmy.