i decided to pay my friend, Jim, a visit for yoga last night. he’s the owner and director of main street yoga and i’ve known him for quite some time. i asked Maureen if she’d come with me. even though the practice is typically very internal, it’s nice to have a friend nearby to share faces of surprise and amazement.
the hour and a half went by very quickly.
once we got to shavasana, i wished that it could be longer. my thoughts drifted to the “time-out”s that i had to endure as a hyperactive kid. my mom would be in the kitchen doing something, and when i needed a time out, she’d tell me to sit on one of the kitchen chairs and she’d set the microwave timer, usually for 10 minutes. each of those moments were the longest 10 minutes of my childhood.
it’s too bad 39-year old me couldn’t tell 7-year old me to relish those minutes cuz i might wish for that to happen more often when i got older.