I welcome the first day of summer by attending a yoga and music workshop with musician and yoga teacher Jack Harrison.
We lie down and begin with some breathing exercises. Jack strums his guitar, recites poetry and sings.
“We’re supposed to be different. Thank goodness.”
I posted these words on my Facebook page yesterday evening along with a quote from Susan Cain’s insightful book Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking.
What does the little girl do
when she’s broken
How does the little girl learn
who to be
Why does the little girl choose
all the wrong things
When will the little girl know
that she’s free?
Who does the little girl love
and feel loved by
Where does the little girl go
when she cries
Why does the little girl keep
Because this little girl doesn’t
know how to fly.
upon a day
in a rainbow
the little girl opens her heart
All the sparkle and colour
the sun and the moon
light her up
as it was from the start.
This time, this last time, this good time
the little girl sees and she knows
She feels and she is and she dances
and everything in her
Yesterday, I took part in teaching a class. I prepared what I would speak about, dressed up for the occasion, and delivered my presentation. I received excellent feedback and felt I was behaving quite professionally.
After the lunch break, everybody was sitting and waiting for class to resume. I sat down and, right in front of everyone, I fell right through the chair, landing on my ass. We all laughed, my cheeks reddened (the ones on my face!) and we continued on.