Today I had my gentle yoga class, which is probably my favorite class all week. It is actually a senior citizen yoga class but I didn't know that the first time I took it, until I noticed I was the only one under 70 in there. But I asked the young teacher, should I leave? And she said, stay if you'd like and treat it like more of a meditation hour. Which I have been doing ever since. I mean, when do I get a meditation hour otherwise?
So at the beginning of class, we focus on breath, and our bodies and being present. This part is always hard for me as my mind loves to drift and wander instead of focusing. Today I was having a hard time being present at all. Today my thoughts kept wandering. The teacher asked us to find our mantra or word for the day. It is your intention, it is the word you focus on to keep you present. And yet my mind continued to wander. I was outside my grandma's apartment. I was roller skating down her sidewalk. I was sleeping over at her house and playing hide and seek, hiding in her hamper. My thoughts kept going back to my grandma who died a little over a year ago. Until I finally realized what my word for the day should be: Grace.
Thanks grandma, for being with me today. I love you and miss you.
