I’m your basic centered, normal, more ‘in there,’ than ‘out there’ woman.
That said, I’ve just had an amazing experience that seems unexplainable.
It began in yoga class (and for those of you non-yogis, don’t nod your head knowingly as if that makes me susceptible to ‘strangeness’). Here in the left coast, at least, yoga is accepted as an important part of the exercise regimen of many: men, women, old, young.
So back to yoga class. I arrive after work, exhausted, ready to go home instead and plop on the couch while sipping on a class of wine. But I make myself attend the hour-long yoga session, knowing that the plow, down dogs, and a warrior pose or two will probably help.
The yoga teacher takes one look at me and inquires, “Tough day?”
“I’m exhausted,” I admit.
“Perfect, since I planned on a more restorative practice today,” she responds.
I almost clap in delight. Restorative yoga is relaxing, quiet, with some twists and stretches, but little energy demanded. My main worry is that I won’t fall asleep during Shavasana (also known as Corpse Pose).
Sure enough, I walk out of class an hour later, a new woman. Still tired, but in a restful way. I want to curl up at home on the deck and just commune with the hummingbirds.
But first I stop at the neighboring grocery store to buy some fish and veggies for dinner.
As I approach the vegetable department, wondering if I should splurge on a baked potato instead of wild rice, an onion falls at my feet.
Huh. Weird, since no one else is nearby.
After grabbing a spud, I walk past the potato shelf to retrieve the onion, but when I lightly place the brown bulb back on the shelf, another onion jumps out and totters to the floor.
I laugh, kind of, pick it up, and gently place it with the others.
But a third onion drops out of its space and falls, yup, directly in front of my feet.
Whoa, this is a pain.
I oh so slowly walk away from the misbehaving onions, and turn to my right to check out the greener (more friendly) vegetables. Two feet away from me, on the other side of the onion aisle, a bunch of parsley springs out of its snug space and drops to the floor.
NO ONE else is around.
I wonder if this is a candid camera moment. You know, suddenly a photographer and narrator pop out of the woodwork and shout, “Surprise! You’re on Reality TV!”
But no, I’m still alone, with the moving, jumping, laughing vegetables.
I rush away, noting a red pepper swaying with its ilk and, yup, falling as I run toward the seafood department.
“Salmon, now!” I whisper, whipping out my purse and finishing the deal before the lobsters, clams, and shrimp come after me.
Halfway to the car, I hear a thud on the blacktop and trip over something. The potato, stored in the bag with my fish, has somehow escaped the confines of my purse.
I run, not walk, back to the yoga studio. “Oh my god, what is happening?” I yell, yogic peace now dismantled.
After relating my story, the teacher just smiles.
“I told you that restorative yoga can expand your energy,” she explains peacefully.
Whaa? I don’t remember her saying that. I was too busy sighing while lying on the floor with my knees facing one way, my arms and shoulders the other.
“We are all energy. Right now you have a load of energy buzzing all around you, from your practice. The energy of other living things is just responding. Everything is gravitating toward you, reaching out, sort of like two magnets pulling together.”
Gawd.
I suddenly feel powerful.
I have energy magnetism!!
And I LIKE it!
I leave the studio, feet barely touching the ground, holding my car keys tightly, wondering what I might next attract.
I know one thing – I’m going to keep on expanding my energy, but I might avoid the grocery store from now on after my restorative “workouts.”
Cue the theme from Twilight Zone…..you are magic, Pam, I knew it! You don’t know your own strength 🙂
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I didn’t know my energetic MAGNETIC strength, for sure. Do do do do Do do do do (did you hear the Twilight Zone tune there?)
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LOL – brilliant, I love it! You had me at spud, but when the red pepper joined in!!! Enjoy:-) Exciting stuff! There’s loads of yoga classes round here, perhaps I should take it up…laughing hugs, Harula xxxx
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I feel that I know you well enough (through our blogs) to assure you that you will LOVE yoga. Go for it!
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Your Yogi is a bit mixed up. That’s just a new form of genetically modified vegetable, designed to leap into your basket as you walk by. Obviously science still needs to work out a few kinks.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I resume the Corpse Pose — or as I call it, Mornings At My Job.
Zzzzzzzzz.
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I love to try and convince a non-believer, but your explanation is just too plain good to ignore. However, I must tell you that in my town, NO genetically modified vegetables are allowed – just lots of modified HUMANS. (And they look like they’re walking in the corpse pose, believe me…)
Now wake up and smell the vegetables.
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I’m staying asleep until scientists can make pork chops jump into my oven.
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lol Grounding is good.
giggling here and thinking about closing doors
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Who wants to be grounded, when the magnetism is keeping me off the floor? 🙂
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Grounding allows one to decide when the veggies fall and where they go…
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I’ve always wanted to try yoga, but not sure if my heart is up to it; I don’t do freaky!
This was a hilarious way to start my morning! Thanks!
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I’m afraid some people will tell you I’m the freaky one, not the yoga (or the vegetables…).
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Aww cool! Love stories like this! I always felt like I had a massage from the inside after Yoga. Shavasana is my favorite pose also and I have been known to drift off a time or two. Keep that energy going…you should have a fabulous weekend! 🙂
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Yes, the energy definitely hangs around for a long time. And you’re absolutely correct, a good yoga practice is an inside out massage.
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Reminds me of the first time I channeled “Ki” energy after Aikido. When your energy is suddenly uncorked, it;s remarkable what can happen. I was able to help someone with severe back issues/ pain and channeled my “KI” while messaging her back..The back pain went away and I could feel my hands tingling..
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Now THAT is really cool.
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Oh wow what a spooky tale! I’d have just loved for the seafood to play along. It might be you have power over vegetables which might beat writing books as an earner. (I’m just about to download Twin Desires).
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Ha Ha. Twin Desires has no spooky tales, I promise. Hopefully, you’ll think the writing is better than my ability to shake up a vegetable or two.
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Time to stand by a river and see if the salmon jump into your arms. You could have quite a feast if that lot followed you home.
xxx Huge Hugs xxxx
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Hmm, good thought. And the salmon outside the Golden Gate is delicious. Huge Hug back.
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Wow, man, Pam, that is the coolest! You’re groovin’. You just keep up that yoga and the next thing you know the veggies won’t be falling–they’ll be levitating! I guarantee this. All that’s required is a little belief. 🙂
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I’m waiting for ME to levitate, ferggit the veggies. If I do, I promise I’ll be levitating my way to you.
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You should have gone to the bank. 🙂
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Now why didn’t I think of that?????
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If you have any left-over energy, could you send it through your blog, because I could sure use it. I attended yoga classes (for those who don’t move too well), but in general, I left hurting, and wishing there was more time for snoozing on the mat. 🙂
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Look for a purely restorative yoga class. I promise you, no hurting muscles then.
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I just saw Karen’s comment. We’re thinking along the same lines but I was going to suggest a quick trip to Reno. Maybe you can convince your energy flow that those greenbacks are closely related to vegetables and you will have them falling at your feet. Seems worth a try!
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🙂 Love the way you and Karen think.
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Love this, we’re headed to a yoga retreat in Costa Rica feb. 1 and cannot wait for the renewed energy and magnatism. xo LMA
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Just watch out for the Costa Rican dancing vegetables. Otherwise, enjoy all that magnetism. I’m envious.
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