Wow. I’ve really let the writing go for the past few days. The 100 Days of Yoga is still going strong. However, long hours and general exhaustion have just sort of made me too overwhelmed to write at the end of the past several days. But, a lot has happened. A lot of really great stuff, a couple of difficult things.
I’m participating in this research study with a local hospital. As part of it, they’ve been giving me this really minor topical medication. I’ve taken the medication before without it having the effect it’s having now, which is this: Really vivid dreams. Not scary dreams–in fact, just the opposite. They’ve been unbelievably mundane. And beautiful. For four or five nights straight, I dreamed that I was hanging out with my brother. And it was really, really incredible because it just felt so real and natural–like, in the dreams he would be annoyed with me for being bossy, and I’d be annoyed with him for being messy. All those things that I completely took for granted for twenty-seven years were magical to get a taste of again, even if it was in an unconscious state. I woke up every morning feeling like I had actually hung out with him. So wonderful.
I subbed a restorative yoga class for my friend last Friday (Day 71) since it was her birthday. I was trained in restorative, but it’s not really my bag and I don’t have any real intention of teaching it so, needless to say, this was the first restorative class I’d ever taught. It was a small class–just three people, two of whom were a brother and sister. I thought it was really cute and sweet that they’d come together, but quickly grew wary of the entire situation. Turns out the sister has been a yoga teacher since 1998, and sort of took it upon herself to pick-up teach, adjust her brother, etc. This is just sort of an awkward situation to be in, and it really made teaching not very fun for the duration of the class (which was quite a bit since this happened toward the beginning of the class). Finally, the class ended and everyone was getting ready to leave. The brother came up to me and told me he’d really liked the class. Then he told me that he had mouth and throat cancer five years ago. Since then, he hadn’t been able to produce saliva … that is, until this class, when it had all of a sudden come back. Hearing that was such an incredible feeling, and it really snapped my whole world back into perspective. I actually really wish my friend had taught her own class that night because what an incredible birthday present to be able to witness that!
I assisted at CCY on Saturday again and, while it’s still a little scary, it was much better this time. Tatyana taught me four specific assists on Friday afternoon, which I put into practice on Saturday. We’re going to keep incorporating four new ones every week. It’s kind of a genius idea on her part, if you ask me.
Bright and early on Monday morning, I had another group audition. It was definitely far, far more manageable than the first and I think I did a pretty solid job. BUT, I still can’t get rid of that shake in my voice for the first thirty seconds. My friend C. pointed out, though, that the shaking voice used to last for a full couple of minutes, so at least I’m going in the right direction. She has a good point about that.