I arrived at the beach this morning to teach yoga. I felt the cool breeze and warm sunshine on my face.
I set my yoga mat and greeted the yogi’s ready for the class. Love flowed through us.
As I gazed around the soft green grass and eager faces there it was; dog poo. I frowned, looked up and smiled at the class.
‘Welcome to Beach Yoga.’ I said. ‘Let’s begin.’
Why is that poo right there? Right in the middle of my class. Too late to move now.
‘Breathe in and out’ I said to the class. ‘Feel each pose.’
I can smell it. I’m sure I can smell it.
As we moved from each pose, breathing the ocean breeze and stretching our bodies, I avoided the poo. I walked around it. I focused on the people. It called me. I frowned, I grimaced and ignored.
We lay down for meditation. I picked up my shoes to keep my feet warm and sunk my fingers into something cold and soft. Ewww dog poo on my shoes and fingers.
My class was lying in peaceful pose; breathing deeply, listening to the ocean.
How am I going to get that off?
‘Breathe in fully, and as you exhale, relax your face.’ I said.
I wonder if I can pour my drink water over and clean it up?
‘Relax your mind and let your body go.’
Gees of all the things to focus on I attract dog poo. I wonder what this means?
‘As you melt into the earth, become one with the universe.’
Who lets their dog poo at the beach anyway?
‘Relax your shoulders and your arms, right down to your fingertips.’
Do you think it was a Maltese? Its looks like a Maltese poo.
‘Relax your heart and let love in.’
I wonder if my finger smells. Should I sniff? No that would be gross. Just wipe it on the grass.
‘Surrender to the universe. Your inner peace is always within you.’
See, the law of attraction. I must have been thinking about poo and here it is.
‘Let go of thoughts.’
I wonder if there is a tap nearby?
‘Rising from your meditation. Know that you can bring yourself back to peace at any time no matter where you are or what you’re doing.’
Poo poo poo. Stop thinking about it. Dammit! Let it go.
‘Breathing in, and breathing out.’ I smile. ‘Thank you for coming.’
We smiled, we thanked, we rejoiced and the class dispersed.
I cleaned my hands and shoes and looked for the sunshine.
Join our class (without the poo)
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Artist, Author, Yoga teacher. I live on the beautiful northern bays of Brisbane. In 2008 I decided to stop talking about what I wanted, and do it!
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