Comments on: A little honesty from the back row of yoga class

By: Maria Evans

Maria Evans — Wed, 24 Apr 2013 14:21:44 +0000

Once, on a course, I was lying in bed fulminating about people going through the fire doors outside my room and just letting it fly shut behind them. Then I told myself: “Maria, you can either lie there getting more and more angry, or you can accept it and go to sleep.” I went to sleep.

By: Mary DeTurris Poust

Mary DeTurris Poust — Wed, 24 Apr 2013 13:47:15 +0000

In reply to Fran Rossi Szpylczyn.

Fran,

It’s so easy to get pulled out of our peaceful place by any and every little thing. I was thinking as I left yoga class that it’s a lot like being at a noisy Mass with people talking and babies crying and kneelers falling and organists playing at the wrong time. Although I seem to have more patience for that. Maybe because I’ve had more practice with it.

At least at Mass no one plops their sweaty sneakers right in front of my face at Mass. Thank goodness for small favors! 🙂

Namaste,
Mary

By: Fran Rossi Szpylczyn

Fran Rossi Szpylczyn — Wed, 24 Apr 2013 13:34:20 +0000

I love this post… It reminds me of a homily that I once heard, at a nun’s solemn vows at a cloistered convent. The priest was talking about how we like to think of ourselves as people of peace, but even the cloistered nuns could get completely aggravated by the sound of someone else sweeping, or worse yet, cleaning the kitchen and making noise.

Om it is indeed!

And good for you going back to yoga. I need to do the same thing, but I am too busy watching paint dry… and many other excuses.