It feels wonderfully auspicious to me that my Spring classes at Willow Street are starting on May Day. It is Beltane–the true end of winter and the beginning of the effulgence of the time of growth and light. It is May Day–the mark of a shift in power from the oppressors to the once oppressed, now freed (I’m not going to get into whether that really worked as planned). It is a time of tradition at my alma mater; the sophomores wake the seniors with strawberries and champagne, enjoying celebration and revelry (dancing around May poles and the like) as they get ready to take their final exams. Today is Kentucky Derby; I remember a party where the fact I had mint in my garden for the juleps started a fabulous passion.
The potential for delight, for freedom, for fullness is always with us. For me, yoga helps me find it and recognize it. The longer I practice, the more richness it offers. This Spring session I will be focusing on radical affirmation of the potential in ourselves so that we can recognize and reveal it. Much more on that to come; for now, I must head to the metro to go teach.
