I’m not a great sleeper. I almost always fall asleep without any difficulty, but I sleep lightly and am easily awoken by the smallest noise. If I am awoken, it often takes anywhere from two to four hours for me to get back to sleep.
My friends know this about me, as do several of the yogis and yoginis whom I teach.
In addition to teaching at Balance At Work, I also teach at Moksha Yoga Peterborough. The other morning I was scheduled to teach three classes at Moksha beginning at 8:30am, which required me to be there for 8:00. Another aspect of my sleep pattern is that I’m often up with a five on the clock, and a true sleep-in for me is 7:00. So, I didn’t set an alarm for that morning, because even a 7a.m. sleep-in would leave me plenty of time to arrive at the studio by eight.
Well, I was awoken by my partner placing her hand on me. I opened my eyes, saw a look of deep concern on her face, and asked her what was wrong.
“What time do you teach this morning?”
I looked at the clock.
Shit! You can imagine how quickly she and I were out of bed, scrambling to get dressed, find yoga clothes for the triple classes, use the bathroom, and get out the door. All the while, my partner and I were discussing my primary morning survival need: coffee.
“You’ll have time to grab one next to the studio, right?”
“Nope. No time between classes, either.”
“But you’re going to end up with such a headache…”
“I’ll be ok.”
Four students were waiting outside the studio when I arrived at 8:10. One of them greeted me with a smile and handed me a large cup of black coffee.
“I picked this up for you in case you didn’t sleep well last night.”
Another student had brought 2 boxes of Lärabars for the studio.
A few minutes later, a third student came out of the ladies’ change room and told me that she had set up the shower stall.
“Great! Thanks. Now I just need to do the guys’ room.”
A fourth student: “I already got that for you.”
And so, everything worked out perfectly: I had a hot coffee and breakfast, the studio set-up unfolded seamlessly, the class started on time, and I was on my game.
This story demonstrated for me in a simple yet profound way of the power of community and the support that our communities provide us. It reminded me of the importance of gratitude for that support; it also reminded me that things usually work out in the end. I was right when I told Sarah earlier that I would be ok.
We are often so caught up in our own lives and problems, schedules and concerns, that we forget that we are not alone in the game. We are supported. We also often forget in our self-absorption that we are members of other people’s communities and need to play our role in supporting them as they support us.
So, I’d like to express my gratitude for my own community and the support that it provides me.
And I’d like to invite you to consider your community — friends, co-workers, family and lovers, perhaps a pet, or maybe even a departed love one — and take a moment to reflect on the myriad ways in which they support you. The obvious. The subtle. The often overlooked and perhaps even taken for granted. Find gratitude for all that they do.
Now close your eyes, take a deep breath, and experience how that gratitude feels in your body, in your mind, in your heart.
It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it?
I’d love to hear your stories about the support in your lives.