She does amazing work with the students every Saturday. i was honoured to be a part of it.
After snacks, we did a short breath observation exercise (with eyes closed, i hoped, peeping to check), to chill and get into Climb Walk Dive, the Adventures of Rowan Garel, the story of a blind young Belizean who did three amazing feats to raise funds for the Belize Council for the Visually Impaired (BCVI) summer camp and rehabilitation program.
i think it is very important that everyone reads that story, of any age, at any stage in their lives, because to quote Rowan, "not because you're blind means that you can't do something." Life requires vision above all else.
After reading, we discussed the story, most were amazed by the climb, the dive, the walk, the entire thing. 'Wow,' to paraphrase, 'he did all of that?' One student, even compared him to Helen Keller, while reminding me, Helen's accomplishments, were done at a later age than Rowan's were.
It was a good day which ended with gifts to carry home from the Cayetanos' farm. Back on the bus reading Jaroslav Seifert talk about women's chemises and apples, beauty and such, while green valleys, orchard rows and the Sleeping Giant competed for attention in the little windows. Then suddenly dark, and 80's pop blaring from the speakers and the desire to be home, sleeping soundly, and snuggly.
Early the next morning, thunder claps and the beautiful light flickers only lightning produces, and whipping rain stirred me up at 3:35 a.m. Hours before the weekend winds would swing me pendulum softly north, on straight lines on either side of a straight highway. Stark white, stark green, long stretches of open spaces. My stomach in knots as i hurriedly browsed the print outs of the protocol sequence. i was on my way to lead the yoga class for the International Day of Yoga in Corozal Town. i mused on the previous day's encounter. i steeled myself as i threw my head back on the chair and rested my eyes.
Puddles in the yards, of the houses we pass, and raindrops drying on the window panes. Postpone?
No. We've all come too far. MC Yogi's Ganesh is Fresh starts to loop in my mind. If only the rain would hold for a while. And it did.
We had a beautiful class. Florence lead them through a restful meditation.
Favourable winds, i pondered each experience on the way home.