As we try to find our zen

Last Friday in yoga one of the students made the strangest pronouncement (imagine the last type of person you’d expect to find in a yoga class- heaps of make-up, loud grating voice, and with each stretch sighing & complaining about how hard it is to attain a “hard stomach and thighs”). We’d spent the entire week wet under sheets of rain & grey cloudy skies- so perhaps we were all feeling a little giddy. Conversation turned to how next week (meaning this week) we should start doing the sun salutation series to find our internal sun & perhaps chase away all the rain. In her loud gravelly voice the least zen-like yogi states “Today is the last day of rain. At least that’s what they say”. Silence. Followed by raucous laughter. Last day of rain- sure lady- which planet do you come from? And who exactly is telling you this, the voices in your head?

What is funny about this whole situation? It hasn’t rained a drop since her prediction; and I can’t stop smiling!