Today I was in yoga teacher training after 5+ hours of working on devised theatre with 22 teens and some super talented adults. And though I am so tired I keep walking into walls, forgetting things, adding things wrong, I am also grateful for the day.
Working backward, since I just returned from yoga teacher training, I have to say, where do these women come from? I ordered a bunch of blankets and blocks in bulk for us, and I’m basically dealing yoga materials out of the back of my car, and everyone is so conscientious about giving me money, and trying to be generous about the better colors, or the better quality blankets, and I’m so spacey I walk away from the money with the trunk and car open and someone stays with it…I never really understood why I took this training and I still don’t, except that I really like being around these people.
Then, the yoga philosophy discussion was great. Like church, just listening to what each person utilizes to pull him or herself toward the light, whatever that light is–but definitely non-harming.
And all this followed a day of coordinating the monologues and scenes the students wrote themselves with movement we’d found accidentally in improvisation with them, and watching it work, watching it fall into place, deep, sweet, young, holding every poignant thing about life.
So, for today, I love my life. Even though I bought all these yoga materials thinking I was going to leave theatre behind in some way, and now I had a waiting list for my last acting class, registration coming in for fall, a new potential opportunity for a fall collaboration, auditions, etc. So it seems like many of the blankets, straps, mats, etc might not get much use. But, oh well. I still get to love everything, to be doing the exact right thing, right purpose, right moment, right life.
I’m about to post on the yoga teacher training facebook why people should come to this teen show. Not to support me. But because it looks to be so magical and funny and moving, that the human experience of watching will be rare and full of wonder.
I’ll go back to complaining and having aversions and everything tomorrow. After I get some f$#%ing sleep.