I'm Absolutely Positively In Love: Teaching Yoga at Our Fourty Year High School Reunion: Doubletree Hotel, Second Floor: Dallas, Texas: October 26, 2019

Class of 1979 yogis gathered at our 40 year high school reunion. My heart was happy. My mind was quiet and my soul was nourished. That’s what happens when you’re in a high state of yoga.

Really? A yoga class at our 40 year high school reunion.? Of course! It's actually the perfect time.

One of the many translations of yoga is union, and the energy of connecting with 300 of your friends, some of whom I've known since first grade, is so real you can feel it just walking into the room. Usually I have to get quiet, turn my attention inward and do a few sun salutations to feel such love. At the reunion I got high from the first sighting of a classmate and it sustained it’s intensity long after I left the last hug of the three day non-stop reunion fest.

Now, this amazes me to no end. If I'm ever tempted to believe that it’s about asana, all I have to do is remember the feeling of my 40 year high school reunion.

Of course the asana helps, though. I shared a class at our 30th, and was invited to do it again at our 40th. Reunion-going is hard on the body: standing on concrete floor for hours on end, talking non stop, listening closely- all that talking, and hugging, and listening and laughing. Crying, even. The lack of sleep, the late night Tex Mex, it all takes a toll. The yoga class felt like such a grand idea until Saturday morning, after two days of relentless parties. I was tired physically, but more than that it occured to me we'd all been doing yoga, in her highest sense, since the Thursday pre party.

I jumped out of bed early on Saturday and dashed our in search of flowers , candles, and essential oil misters to help transform a musty cold ballroom into some kind of beautiful vibe. This seemed very important to me, sort of all of a sudden as I awoke at dawn. I got the download, a clear instruction from beyond, while part of me just wanted to sit and drink coffee in the lobby and go over the sequence I'd prepared on the plane ride to Dallas. My heart pushed away exhaustion and morphed into enthusiasm as I drove my rent a car through the rain. As the yellow roses and blue hydrangeas met me at the front door of Whole Foods I turn positively giddy, and by the time I was standing in the check out line, it dawned on me, it's because I want our time together to be really good. This reunion was a special occasion of the highest order. This is my tribe. These are my peeps. I'm positively absolutely in Love.

I don’t really remember exactly what I said during our “class”, and what exactly what our sequence was, I do remember being in a sustained state of peace and a joy unparalleled to just about anything I’ve ever known in my 58 years of living.

I’ve been teaching a course called “At Home In Your Own Heart” for several years. It’s my personal nickname for my tour life practice. But it was here in Dallas, Texas with my friends that I think I finally felt the true meaning of it.

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