Nourished

When I get home from teaching a yoga class, my husband often asks me how it went. "Did it flow?", he asks. Sometimes it really does...like an excellent meal...all the flavors blend just right.
Other days my plans go awry. The real people in front of me need something different than what I'd wanted to offer. Then it's sort of like looking in the frig and picking out a little of this, a little of that, making a meal of seemingly un-related items. Classes like that can turn out to be just right too...pulling together the fragments into a delicious meal for the body, mind and soul.

Smoothly flowing or a little rough around the edges, there seems to be plenty of opportunity for us to be nourished by whatever arises on our yoga mat.