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Rescuing the Turtle
As I was driving down Youngblood Rd last week, someone up ahead of me slowed and stopped on the side of the road. Unable to tell what was up but concerned for the other car and driver or a possible injured animal, I slowed to a stop. Some guy got out of the car and, looking both ways, headed toward the far lane reaching for a painted box turtle who was having a perilous afternoon stroll on warm pavement. "Hmm, just what I would've done. Just what I have done!," I think. "Ah, but it's HIS TURN to rescue the turtle!!!" Laughing with many layers of glee, I left the scene of the good-deed-doer and the rescued turtle, grateful for my reminder moment. Yep, I've rescued a few turtles in my day. My first turtle rescue will always be untoppable for my memory - but mostly for those people who knew me when.... I was in my first few months of driving. I think it was Springtime and since I'd just turned 16, the year was definitely 1977. Yep, and as I continue my investigative reminiscence, I'm thinking it must've been prior to June 28th ... because that's the date that my lifelong friend Stephanie would've turned 16 herself ...and I was taking her home after our Sunday morning at church when we made the fateful stop to pick up that turtle in the middle of Park Road. But all was well at that point. We just had to stop and save the helpless fellow and when we got to Steph's house we found a shoebox with a lid to keep him in on my solo ride home. Why was I holding on to this shelled creature and not just setting him free in Steph's backyard? Well, true to my nature-lovin' character, I'd planned to share him with my young nieces who were visiting at my house ... and since he had a pointy face we thought he might be a snapper so the lidded box seemed a safe plan. I'd just dropped Steph off and was heading out the back way of Barclay Downs home for Sunday lunch and a housefull of out-of-town relatives. The turtle box was settled on the passenger floor and all was fine till Mr. Turtle nudged the lid up a bit and I panicked about him roaming free so close to my ankles. A reach with my right hand to reposition the lid, a glance down in my effort, a sudden but almost imperceptible shifting of the car - something akin to the liftoff of a plane - and life as I knew it became a new story for everyone to tell over and over again at my very sensitive and youthful expense. Just looked through the boxes. Can't locate the photo but ONE does exist. Picture a 1970's station wagon balanced perfectly on the guy-wire of a utility pole, pointing nose skyward, tailgate "sitting on its sitzbones!" It was an impossible feat. The wire should've broken, I should've slammed into the pole or turned the car over. Angels carried me there and devilish friends and family have never let this story die! Used to be I was so mortifiably embarrassed that I'd leave the room or yell some juvenile retort to anyone who dared tell the story or worse yet, bring out the photo. Today, I too am amused and just a wee bit proud of my unique tale. And, look at me, I'm publishing the tale here in this e-news ... and I promise I'll let ya see the pic if I can find it! I learned some good and huge early driving lessons about keeping eyes on the road at EVERY second and how when one reaches to the right, one's left hand and body may turn the steering wheel to the right too. Lessons learned from rescuing a turtle. And I still save a turtle or two as needed.......and many dragon flies and snakes who get caught in garden netting and birds who have hit a window and need calm time to come to and needy people, of course...and oh so many so ons and so ons!... "It's HIS TURN to rescue the turtle," I thought to myself and giggled down the road as I enjoyed this delicious new awareness that's infusing so many areas of my life these days. My lesson last week was about opening up spaces around me for others to take their turn. And I am seeing all sorts of ways that other folks need and want to share their gifts and callings around me and I am willing, ready, and able to make that happen! So I told the whole story about the turtle and the car just to make this point? Yes...and I'm sure it was healing for the 16 year old Jan to say it all out loud too! So check out how Riverbirch Yoga is growing. And let me know if you feel a call to do your thing here too! Honest, you too are part of all this.....
Some Weekly Yoga Classes ResumeAs the Spring Series of weekly Yoga classes came to an end, I received a most beautiful gift: someone else was feeling a call to teach! Moreover, she asked to move toward making that happen for a new Riverbirch Yoga Fall series. My heart couldn't have been any more full. This has been a most fulfilling Summer for me. I have spent wonderful moments in study with, Anne, a longtime Yoga student and a new Yoga teacher in training with me. Then another long-ago former student called for the same. The Riverbirch Yoga Guided Sadhana Program has new life breathed into it. (check out the GSP article below) And I too am breathing anew. "Anne Yoga"As for the Fall Class Series, all particulars aren't set in place but do know that a fresh opportunity is headed our way sometime toward late September. Probably Tuesday evenings at 6pm since that's the time we've had comfortably ongoing. And I can assure you that you will be grateful to sign up for Anne Yoga! She is teaching me as I am teaching her and what a mutually deliciously glorious thing that is... What about mornings? Not sure yet. Create the vision!
Drumming, Meditation, MovementKennon Knight will be bringing us some drumming and meditation experiences this Fall! Kennon is following a new call in his life to share the inspiring and therapeutic practice of drumming for individuals and circles and he calls this practice "rhythm rhyme reason." So come on,
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For your Path ... Second Saturdays 8am-11am-ishSecond Saturday Sadhana"Your Monthly Wholistic Yoga Event!"
8-10am ... On the Mat "Re-union at 8"Reuniting with true you! - A Yoga Immersion in Being 10-11ish- "Market"A "marketplace" of Yogic flavors and fun, tools and toys! Bring something to share! What do you have to share? Info, garden produce, herbs, arts, used goods, services, healing arts practitioners (brief chair massages, reflexology sessions, energy experiences,) artful gifts displays, informational sharing, community connections, tea time chats, live music.... Or simply come & BE in nature and the community of others who share Riverbirch Yoga.... Pay as you feel called to pay. Pre-REGISTRATION ReQuested for "Re-union at 8"
Ram Dass ..."I see my life as an unfolding set of opportunities to awaken."
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