Keems and the Universe

Yesterday as I was trying to find an excuse not to go to that night's yoga teacher audition (nerves!), I got this text from Keemya:

"Ran into Meg this morning and we talked about you and how much we miss you....You better be teaching yoga somewhere!  Your gift can't not be shared."

I hadn't heard from Keems since June 28, and then out of the blue, just when I needed a nudge, she wrote that. Of all things!  I told her about this crazy timing and she said:

"Nothing is a coincidence"

She and I met  the day before her CorePower audition, when she heard me mention to another teacher that I taught at Rivernorth.  She had an audition for it the very next day so she introduced herself after class.  We talked about what her audition might be like.  She shined. She got the class time slot before mine.  We supported each other.  She came to my class with her brilliant, beautiful energy.  We were the coaching assistants for teacher training together. She took over my beloved Thursday night class when I moved.  

And now here she was, giving me what I needed to hear just when I needed to hear it.   I'm not sure how I did at the audition, but that doesn't matter.  I pushed myself and I went.

As Keems said when she texted me this morning:

"What's meant for you will never miss you and what misses you was never meant for you"

All I can ask is I learn the lesson from this that I am meant to learn.

Wow! Blog Negligence!

I haven't posted since May!

It's one of those things where I didn't post for a few days, and then a few weeks....and then enough time had gone by where I thought, "If I'm going to post again, I better do something really great!"
But that created a barrier.  And so I didn't post.

It reminded me of the time in junior high, when I had a crush on PA, and he came over to visit.  And I was so excited, but I couldn't really think of anything to say.  So I didn't say anything for a little while, and we sat in the family room together in silence. And then it seemed like anything I would say to break the silence had to be really interesting, but what could be guaranteed to be so very interesting?  So I said nothing, and we spent the next little while (felt like hours.  Who knows? We were just sitting there not talking. Time doesn't fly) in complete silence until he had to ride his bike back home.  Awkward.

Well, in blogging, just like in life, sometimes you have to just jump back in.  Say something, anything, and see where it goes.  So here I am.  Back at it.

And for good measure, something I find really great.  My boys last weekend in Lexington: