Until a few months ago, I never knew about the joy of fluffing. Sure, I’m a yoga-believer. I try to meditate once in a while, and during my long walks, I definitely find myself in a “different mind-space” at times.
But normally, I’m as stressed as the last (and first) person. Life, you know? It springs surprises and quirks, leaps and jerks, every day. Sometimes, I just want to hide under a good book and escape – but most times I’m unable to get away from the hustle/bustle of daily irritations, situations, and difficult deliberations.
But while in the middle of the warrior pose during one of my get-away-from-the-grind (for 60 minutes) yoga classes, a new instructor began fluttering her arms from her chest to above her head, as if she was a ballet dancer in the middle of performing Swan Lake. She seemed to be fluffing invisible “wings” up and about.
We five yogic warriors ended our pose, staring at her in incomprehension. Our expressions were quite readable (ie, “what the hell is she doing?”)
The tall, reed-thin, attractive woman laughed lightly and said, “It’s been one of those days. I’m sorry, I need to get rid of the bad vibes. Start anew. You know – fluff my aura.”
Well, we didn’t know, but the more she talked about it (and fluffed) the more we all became converts, and by the end of the class, we were fluffing our auras, dispensing with the dark and inviting in the light and the bright.
You may laugh at me, but I felt a great deal better when I returned to the rest of my day.
So, now it’s June, when I celebrate so many birthdays that my aura begins to collapse. My son was born on June 4, my daughter on June 10. Our special angel dog, Henry, was a June 15 puppy, and two of my grandsons turn 5 and 4 on June 15 and June 27. Oh, and then my guy and I commemorate our anniversary on June 30.
Why, you ask, is fluffing needed?
LIFE SWINGS BY TOO FAST! It was only yesterday that I felt my first child lifted out of my womb (thanks to a fast-thinking surgeon) perfectly formed and just perfect, lying in my arms within seconds and melding my soul into hers for all time.
She turns 35 in a week.
My aura dims.
For 13 years the family celebrated Henry’s birth with an extra rump rub, a small tub of doggie ice cream, and a long walk where he was allowed to sniff for as long as he wanted.
We miss him, gone now for three months, although his favorite toy is discovered mysteriously in different corners of the house every so often. I believe he is fluffing our aura.
Birthdays and anniversaries are joyous occasions, but they also make us stop and think about the past, the present, and the future. We begin to stress: (did I do enough in the past? am I doing the best I can in the present? how much future do I have?).
That’s when I need to start fluffing my aura.
Will you join me? The more we fluff, the stronger the light.