Up on the roof
I missed yoga yesterday because I was at the hospital meeting my aunt and uncle who had come in to see mom. She is not doing so well but the doctor keeps assuring me that she will get better. Sigh.
So I went to a night yoga class and was happy to see Libby, my other favorite instructor. She took us out of the ballroom up on the roof where we were overlooking the rooftops of the French Quarter. There was a full moon in the sky and a nice breeze blowing and just as we were getting into downward dog, a riverboat went by and blew its stack.
Libby told us about a woman in India who had hugged 18,000 people in one day. She said this as we stretched our hands out in opposite directions and she said the hands are extensions of the heart.
When I was upside down in a headstand, looking at the moon, I thought of a prayer my mother taught me when I was young – “I see the moon, the moon sees me, god bless the moon, and god bless me.”