Friday chatter

I hear them

before I see them.

The Friday yogis

are winding their way up the garden path.

I smile and think

'I'm glad I meditated'

and then they are upon me,

shucking off shoes and responsibility.

Giddy with the weekend,

although surely it will bring

more maternal responsibility.

But still - it's Friday!

I hug, and am hugged back.

I always let them release me first.

For some, it is the only touch

in their day, or week.

During our class

I press my hands lightly on their backs,

tuck their blankets in close,

Rest my fingertips on their shoulders

to let them know how much they are loved.

I watch their faces morph

from comedy to serenity.

I watch their bellies rise and fall.

Hands drift, shoulders relax. It is so peaceful.

And then someone burps.

Bodies convulse with laughter

and someone starts talking about the Hemsworths

and I say something about rolling on balls.

Like children, they snigger at the word 'balls'

and they are off again.

But we had those precious quiet moments,

and I know that they matter.

I know that is why they come back

week after week

year after year.

The vulnerability of meeting themselves

just as they are

lying on the floor,

without effort or pretense.

Savasana, 'Corpse Pose' -

a taster, a teaser

of what is to come, eventually,

for us all.

But not just yet.

We have Hemsworths to grade.

Tea to drink.

Laughter to share.

Love to give.

Decisions, decisions! Photo by Chelsea Laren/Getty

❤️

Amanda xx