GRATITUDE

Sunday- May 31, 2009

Today I taught my first Yoga class since my kidney was removed. It was a moving experience for me and I believe those in class. I am grateful to be leading a Yoga class so soon after surgery.  I am grateful I am able to stretch my body (even a little) and feel the life force move through me as I lengthen my muscles.  I am grateful for the beautiful people smiling at me as they too reconnect with their body after being away from class for three weeks.  I am grateful to tell my story and remind people to listen, trust and act upon the messages coming from their body.  I am so grateful for my breath – the place where everything starts. 

I was moved to tears at the end of class as gratitude engulfed me.  I am grateful to be able to write this.  My gratitude reminds me of a favorite Rumi poem.

This being human is a guesthouse.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight . . .

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.