Today was the day my iPhone glass shattered, I got to danced my heart out, we serendipitously ran into my dog’s litter mates in a park in Berkeley ( we live in san jose), I participated in a phenomenal workshop called The Well Fed Woman,* and I spilled a nearly full cup of cocoa down my skirt and into my favorite boots.
And you know what? Nothing knocked me! I found myself staying centered and balanced and grounded. And for this I am in awe. And grateful.
Wow, what a day. What a full, challenging, miraculous, beautiful, trying, and exquisite day. Today I got to see in action how my yoga practice and all of my years of personal work have helped to reshape me.
It started as a usual Saturday morning, Bruce, Anja, and our one year old dog Fumo headed for the dog park, and I headed for Zumba class. I did dance my heart out, with about 80 other women, including a line up of a few of my dancing buddies. Nothing makes dance class better than to get a spot near friends who will play with you and help you to laugh in the dance. Work out complete, I headed home for a shower, and that’s when the day started to get interesting. While walking across the pool deck my beloved iPhone took a suicidal dive from my hoodie pocket and the glass face shattered. “Oh no!” Came out of my mouth, but I immediately noticed it didn’t have the emotional charge that it would have once carried. Some water aerobics ladies heard me and asked, “did you drop something?” “Yes, my iPhone,” I cheerfully replied, “and it shattered!” I shrugged. Wow. wow wow wow wow. All those yoga classes that I’ve taught with the theme based on choosing to react or respond? Here it was in action. In previous versions of my life, this would have ruined my day. Triggered waves of self abuse, anger and sadness and frustration. Today, it got a shrug.
It appeared that the phone was still working, behind that broken facade. And there was a text message from my husband: “Do not use front bathroom, let it dry and I will clean it up later.” I pondered this message for a few minutes before I realized that this means he had given the dog a bath. And left behind a hairy hurricane of destruction. I also considered my very sweaty body, and the women’s workshop I was attending for the afternoon and realized a shower was a must. We only use our hall shower. The master shower didn’t even have a shower head installed. Guess what I did today? That’s right, the master bath now has a newly installed shower head.
Shift to the afternoon, Bruce, Anja and Fumo have all driven up to Berkeley with me. They dropped me off at the workshop and went to the Laurence Hall of Science. They stopped at a coffee shop on the way back to get warm drinks and as arranged, arrived a little late for pick up so I didn’t need to rush out. When I come out of the workshop, I invite them to pull into a spot to get out and run around. There’s a little grass park there, with a sweet family hanging out with their dog, I figured our dog could use a good run around before the hour drive home. We hang, the other family leaves, and then two other dogs come into the park. They look a lot like our dog, only they are missing their tails. Their owner comes in and we say hi. She asks if our dog is a Formosa too, and as I look at her, I realize she looks familiar. Bruce asks her where she got her dogs, and that’s when it hits me. Redwood City! May 2011! Her two dogs and our dog had all been in the same enclosure at the rescue event, they were from the same litter! What a bizarre and random situation that we all showed up at this tiny Berkeley park on this day at this time. The 3 dogs had a blast, running around and playing together.
In the process of getting Fumo and Anja both buckled into the car, Anja’s nearly full cocoa spilled. Onto my skirt, down into my favorite boots, and puddled on the car seat. Sigh… There have been days when this would have frustrated me or pissed me off, but it didn’t touch me. I did the best I could to temporarily clean it up. Anja happily declared, “that’s okay, I was pretty much done with it anyway,” and we piled into the car and drove home.
So that was my interesting, serendipitous, beautiful day. And to myself I say, good job girl. You stayed true to your heart, to your center, to who you want to be. And for that, I am proud and grateful and relieved. Some other day, I may get triggered and react, rather than respond. But today was a win. And tomorrow I get to go talk to a Genius**.
*As a side note, I’m still digesting the magnificent work from the “Well Fed Woman” retreat by Rachel Cole. Perhaps a post to come on that later. I do highly recommend both the workshop, and Rachel herself. She’s deep well of wisdom packed into a young woman, she’s done her work and it shows in her presence.
**Title given to the folks who work at the apple store.