Yesterday, I got back on the horse. Not a real horse but back on the horse of my old life … pre-pandemic, pre-move-from-Washington life: I taught Holy Yoga, live and in-person.

Out of an abundance of caution (what other kind of caution is there these days?), we practiced outside, eight of us. 

Full disclosure — beforehand, I was nervous. Would anyone show up? Would my teaching plan be yoga level-appropriate? Would I remember how to cue people into positions? Would the message I wanted to share resonate?

The only thing I didn’t worry about was the weather. 

And then, of course, the only thing that went sideways was the weather. Clouds … sprinkles … and then all-out rain.  

Our mats sank into the lawn, water puddling around our feet, and yet we continued, chuckling, enduring. 

By the end of our practice, the rain ended, and as we wrapped up, we received our reward: a double rainbow.

Encouragement to continue. 

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Writing prompt

I shared this experience yesterday in “The Same Loon,” my writing e-newsletter, and suggested it could be used as a writing prompt for others: Is there an area of your life that you are now reclaiming? What does that look like? What does that feel like? Sound like? Taste like?

(And btw, if you’re in the Fargo-Moorhead area, come join us for Holy Yoga — summer Tuesdays at 6 pm. Details here.)