I'm just back from a work trip to The Anusara Grand Circle at Wanderlust. The best thing about my work is that it feels like play, so I'm feeling pretty good. Well, actually I have a searing headache and physically feel crappy today but emotionally and spiritually--good. Very, very good.
John worked his mojo, of course. He makes me believe that I can ground myself in my highest vision of myself, and inspires me to want to do that more often, and better. He reminds me--and thousands like me--that I have choice, and power.
The elective breakout sessions with the certified presenters were rockin'. My friends--who just happen to be therapeutic geniuses--gave me so much generous hands-on help with a couple of stubborn injuries I've been nursing that I was teary with gratitude.
There was an impromptu late night kirtan to stumble upon, run by the local iskcon kids who were running The Krishna Cafe. John was playing drum. Standing outside, who could resist being drawn in? Not me. When the kirtan wallah caught my eye, and pointed at me, I even sang a verse. Why not? When everyone was whipped up into a frenzy, wallah and company abruptly threw down their instruments and ran out into the night, leaving me wondering where they'd gone. Maybe they had a rendezvous with Krishna. I'd like to think so.
A particular image of Kali immediately called out to me from the murti shop. I wanted to bring her home but was hesitant. I mean, what person in their right mind willfully brings Kali home? Why can't it ever be Lakshmi who wants to come home with me? Am I always going to be the girl who makes a beeline straight for Kali? Home in CT, I'm still thinking about her. I might as well muster up the courage because I already know that I'm not going to be happy until I track her down. Pray for me.
On a lighter note, I had fun hula hooping. I wouldn't say I've mastered lifting the hoop up overhead but I'm pulling it off enough of the time, without giving myself a black eye, to feel accomplished and pleased with myself.
Okay, it's past time to shower, and teach. I'm off to the Handel Crash Course in Boston later today.
PS: Thanks to you folks who introduced yourself, and told me you read this blog. It made me feel really, really good.