End of the Week Thoughts

Made it to Friday night somehow. Both my day job as an editor and my two-night-a-week job as a professor feel very intense right now. Fortunately there is cardio-yoga, a new class I went to on Tuesday night at a dance studio in my neighborhood. Forty-five minutes of dancey-aerobics and then 45 minutes of yoga to wind down. Only six of us in the class including the two teachers, one of whom, F., the owner of the studio, I've known for about, oh, 25 years. It's always a joyful thing being in a class with her because she is full of energy and funny and because she is my old friend. Although I must say my aerobic capabilities are not what they once were--I said to F., gasping for breath as we did some kind of polka-gallop across the floor, "Have I told you I'm 47?" She laughed.

After that romp the yoga was just calming and wonderful. During the relaxation part at the end, the teacher came around and rubbed each of our temples with lavender oil. A blissful moment indeed. Oh, before that she said, as we were lying there in the semi-darkness, "Let go of what just happened. Let go of what is about to happen." Very good advice, and it almost feels possible to take it after an hour and a half of cardio-yoga.