A trip around my world

I'm not overly fond of snow.
Or cold.
It makes me grumpy.
I want to be outside without my shoulders up to my ears.
Or shivering.
I don't like the wetness on the bottoms of my pants.
Cause I'm short.
And then I can't tuck my feet up without getting my pants wet up higher.
The whiteness irritates me.
I'm all about green.
I don't like the desert as much either.
Too much brown.
Unless you find an oasis of green.
Then I love the desert.
As I write this it started snowing again.
Almost as if to mock me.
Which is another reason not to like snow.
It makes you irrational.

My fingernails are clean.
Which is a bad sign for seasonal depression.
I must get my hands in dirt regularly or things get dicey.
And I don't mean dust.
Of which there is no shortage of in my home.
Because of the stupid cold.
Which creates the stupid furnace to run constantly.
Which blows the dust around.
And is starting to sound like a jet engine taking off.
Which must be a bad sign.
If I was on a jet that sounded like that I would get my parachute ready.
That squeaking can't be good.
And my brother the HVAC dude is still angry at me.
Over a text message 5 years ago.
Technology is bad.

But not as bad as winter.
Just saying.

What a longggg, strange trip it's been.

In an hour I go teach my first paying yoga class at my new studio.  The last paying yoga class I taught there was in 2002 ( I think) It was to 4 year olds, therapeutic nursery school kids.  They didn't pay but I worked for the nursery school that did.  I can't remember their names per se, but I do hear their voices.  I remember the hugs, the tears, the laughter and the screaming.  I can see some of their faces, the joy on them as they balanced in tree, the frustration when they didn't.  I see the first time they could close their eyes for a second, knowing they were safe... usually by the end of the school year, sadly.

The room that I spent the last few years of my teaching children career is now my yoga studio. It would be very hard to tell that it was ever the rainy day room for 3 nursery schools.  It's beautiful, serene.. a calming space.  A far cry from the last 20 years in that spot.  The final preps for the first class in that room involved my daughter, who also taught there, and I, remembering the time out spots and sending distant Reiki Healing to the past. With my new partner we joined hands and said prayers of healing and reconciliation, vowing to honor their voices and create lasting peace.

The weekend was a whirlwind of excitement and emotion.  Many, many friends dropped by and marveled at the transformation. So many kind words were spoken about how happy folks are that we are staying at CCPC, that we are shepherding a new era for the education building.  I feel as if my cup has indeed runneth over.  I am making myself feel it is real, even through the sense of surrealness... I am continuing to breathe even though I feel like holding my breath, holding on to this moment. I almost afraid to go to the class today, for fear no one will come.. that it really was just a dream... that I have now woken up and will have to try to convince people to lay on the cold Sanctuary floor and lug my stuff from here to there and back again.

I'm happy to get back to work.  I'm happy that the search for a home is over.  I'm thrilled that I have landed back where I started. I am blessed to be able to bring healing where it is so desperately needed.

Happy New Year,  Jenny, David, Tarik, Malik, Gianni, Shannon, Robbie, Cassidy and all the rest of you beautiful children, where ever you are...