Saying Yes

To settle into ashram life once more, I am given some time to ease the transition. So I scavenge the Boutique (amongst my treasures: yoga pants, a yoga mat, and a pretty water bottle) and pimp my room. In the craftsroom I even discover a loom on which I start the basics for a scarf or a bag. Anything rectangular and easy.

But soon it is back to business. I am in charge of registrations, entering data in the computer, printing off lists, sending welcoming e-mails to old and new guests. The afternoons I work where I am most needed: Hammering out nails, drying apples, and getting reacquainted with hospital corners.

It is nice to be needed and it is hard to say no. So I am chicken mother once more (you can find me carrying eggs in my pockets from garden to kitchen every day around dusk), a trained camera person and a young adult workshop teacher.When I am not preparing breakfast, I might teach hidden language yoga to the other karma yogis, like I did this morning. So far, so good.

But I hadn't expected Swami Matananda coming up to me: "You know you are teaching hidden language don't you? - Well yes, I am on the schedule for the karma yogi's. - No I mean for the YDC...." Teaching in the Yoga Development Course, the in-depth three month course that I took last year? Teaching my teachers Swami Sivananda and Lynn who are taking it this year?!

Oh wow.
Euhm yes?
Yes!!