Whether you believe that to be true or not, it’s interesting to think about. I typically believe that things really do happen for a reason. It helps me not get too upset about hardship or too angry when things don’t go my way. And it also helps keep the joyful times in close perspective.
Yesterday, after a very stressful morning that nobody needs to hear about, I drove to a yoga class, “talking” to my sister along the way. (Missi, if you are reading this you’ll chuckle.) Yoga has become a beautiful addition to my life. In a post from a few months ago, I had made a public profession that I was going to start doing it. Well, I’m happy (and a little surprised) to report that I have kept it up. I have found it to be excellent therapy physically, mentally, and spiritually. There’s no comparison, no judgment in a yoga class. There’s nothing but you, your body, your mind, and your own time to do what it is you need to do.
So yesterday, as I was in a “mood,” I was really looking forward to the attitude adjustment that comes with practicing yoga. As I told my sister, “I really need this right now.”
I checked in, put my stuff in a cubby, and just plopped myself right down in the nearest room. I’d been in this long, narrow room before, but the last time everyone was facing forward (or south?), facing the instructor. Well, yesterday a few folks were all sitting leaning against the walls, facing each other. I sort of shrugged it off, thought, “oh well, it’s a different class today,” and immediately closed my eyes and started breathing, getting into my yogi mood, releasing my tension. Soon, a young woman came in and inquired about me, asking if I intended to take yoga today or Tai Chi.
“Oh, yoga, “ I answered, quickly realizing why everyone was sitting against a wall and everything was so different. “I’m in the wrong room, aren’t I.”
After receiving me a brief explanation of what Tai Chi is, (which was basically “you need to experience it for yourself,”) I decided to go ahead and give it a whirl. What could it hurt? Every different class I’d taken in the past three months had been great, so why not? Plus, I didn’t feel like getting up and moving all my stuff.
Soon, the instructor came in. Recognizing that I was a new face, he asked “So what brings you here?” To which I promptly replied, “I’m here by accident. I’m supposed to be in yoga,” and a few people in the room chuckled.
“There’s no such thing as an accident,” he said, in his very zen voice. “You are here for a reason. Welcome.”
I knew for sure there was no arguing with him.
The next 90 minutes were a complete surprise. I had no idea, aside from seeing a few people on a beach once doing some bizarre looking moves through the air, what Tai Chi was. I still am not sure. But I can tell you that it’s cool. I learned that I really can find my energy. I actually got to a place where I felt a pull of life force, almost like a magnetic field inside a ball, in front of me. Outside of that ball was all the stress that I’d brought into the room. With the soothing guidance of the instructor’s voice, the steady meditation that went along with all the moves, I was able to really get out of myself, yet get into myself at the same time. It’s hard to explain.
One thing that doesn’t need explanation, though, is that at least yesterday, for me, the saying was true. Nothing is an accident. I really was there for a reason.
I’ll definitely go back and try it again, maybe even learn and remember some correct terminology so I don’t have to refer to everything as “moves.” I encourage you to get outside of your comfort zone and try new things. Trust that you will find exactly what you need.