Yes, I’m a believer. Miracles do happen.
I was a skeptic once, but now I’ve come around. Why? Well, it all started the other night at dinner with the Husband. The conversation went a little bit like this:
Husband: “So I was hoping I could come with you sometimes in the mornings.”
Me: “Come with me where?”
Husband: “To the studio.”
Husband: “Well, I was thinking that I could practice with you.”
Me: (drop fork, almost fall out of chair, mouth gaping.)
Husband: “Is that okay?”
Me: “Don’t you want to take a few classes or something first?”
Husband: “What for?”
Me: “Well, to learn the correct form, I guess.”
Husband: “I was thinking you could teach me.”
Me: (still dumbfounded) “um, okay!”
Then here’s what I thought about through the rest of dinner: Wow. How to teach him? Where to start? I guess with Surya Namaskara, standing poses, then some of finishing to start with? Does anyone have any advice? Maybe I’ll consult David for help. Maybe Husband could even come down to Santa Barbara with me to work with David a few times. My head is spinning. What if ashtanga isn’t right for him? The guy’s got so many physical problems, it just ain’t funny. There’s the carpal tunnel syndrome he had surgery for in both wrists (he can barely have his hands perpendicular to his wrist…. vinyasas may be a help or a hindrance, not sure which yet), the 4 knee surgeries he’s had, the ankle issues…. Well, who’m I kidding. He NEEDS yoga. I guess I’m just worried he might injure himself even more. But I suppose asana practice would be safer than, say, windsurfing or riding his dirtbike.
Okay, so I’m still a little bit of a skeptic. I mean, after all, we have been going to counseling for the past two months. And perhaps that was a nudge. So maybe not a miracle. But an olive branch, of sorts. His hand, reaching out for mine. And that, in and of itself, is a tiny miracle.
I tried to convince the Husband that today was the perfect day to start. I’m on Ladies Holiday, so I won’t have to practice, I could just help him. But at 4:15 this morning, Husband woke up with a cold, and reset the alarm for 6:30. So maybe next week. And I may have to sacrifice a few mornings of my own practice to help him, but it’s a small sacrifice.
Our homework this week from the therapist was to give eachother and ourselves these little affirmations at the end of each day. “The best thing I did today was this. The best thing you did today was this.”
Last night after I told him the best thing he did today was offer to help with dinner, I thought, “The best thing you did all year was reach out that hand.”