Walking down the street I felt the haste around me. The city was buzzing, and the faces seemed closed. My mind was repeating: “…how are other people doing this?” And then the words: “Just notice.” For a moment I slowed down and did just that: Notice…notice…notice.
Suddenly I felt the sand crunching on the hard brick surface under my feet and the freezing cool air inside my nostrils. I was actually very cold and thirsty. “Why am I doing this to myself?” The next thought was: “Because I don’t have time!” I checked my phone and saw the that I actually had time to spare. My shoulders relaxed, my breath deepened, and I walked over to a familiar little corner door next to a big window.
Inside my favorite coffee shop, I felt the warm embrace of ground coffee beans and freshly baked cinnamon oat cookies. I had enjoyed many delicious breaks here. All of those memories had formed a love for my spot right by the window. A moment later I was sitting there with this warming cup in my cold hands. Still, I saw the continuous stream of people rushing by and I felt the pressure of my day. But I wanted this to be a nourishing break. Again, there were the words of my new yoga teacher: ‘Wait, take your time, and enjoy’.
Yes, that’s what’s so difficult for me: I might have the idea of resting, but I’m not allowing myself to really do so. How can I do so right now? I know the time is ticking. I notice my thoughts are racing. Warming the hands on my cup brings me here. Why is it so difficult to slow down?
Just being here now and noticing, I’m amazed how the words of my caring teacher have already affected me. Something from her has landed. And yes, it’s what she said, but maybe even more how she said it. And it’s even how she moved. First, I didn’t notice the difference, then her words felt nearly a bit repetitive, and now I’m noticing how nourishing her few clear and simple pointers feel.
I sense my breath moving in and out, my fingers warming one by one on the round belly of my clay cup. My eyes are wandering slowly, taking in colors, shapes, movements and more. Every once in a while, I take another sip and enjoy the flavor of gingery spiced chai as it softens my being.
Oh, and actually what time is it? A bit nervous, I check my phone. Only a few minutes have passed. I’m in a different space, kind of beyond time. It’s just wonderful. Around me a few women are working on their laptops. What a great idea to come here for this. I’m reaching for the journal in my bag. How can I keep some of the experience I have this morning so that it will not be lost as soon as I get up and walk back into the constant stream of people outside?