This morning I turned up at my yoga class to see all of my yoga instructors whose classes I had taken before also showed up. That never happened before.
Turns out, this is a group of yoga instructors who used to take the same class or training somewhere, and the became really good friends. They took turns to give yoga classes at the university that I am attending but left one after one due to various reasons. They never made any references to each other, which explains my surprise to see them gather up and look so happy!
Those who left surprisingly still remember me. First, Sofia said Hi to me in the toilet. Then, Nathan gave me a big hug. And, Helen nearly screamed and gave me a hug. Suddenly, all my favourite yoga people happen at the same time, in the same place.
We all went to the class together. Taking a yoga class with professional yogis was kind of bizarre. At the same time, it felt so quite special. Perhaps, special as in one second, I become this little student, the Jenny that all the instructors know.
As usual, my mind didn’t stay still during shavasana and it played out an alternative scenario.
What if I never talked to anyone? What if I never cracked a conversation and just did my thing, came to the class and left, just like that? I might have saved so much time chit chatting and socialising (technically). In fact, I would have saved time and emotional energy this morning. I would be saving time not having to write about this thing right now!
However, I would not know that Sophia is German, Helen used to do marketing and is now doing yoga full time. I would not know that Helen’s son is Michael and she’s getting Michael and her husband to do yoga together. I would not know that Nathan is a fan of All Blacks, or he used to live and work in Australia!
And I would not have this warm and fuzzy feeling from being welcome this morning. It was a short moment, but indeed a very happy and special one.
I attribute this to the fact that people had participated in making social connections. At any point of time, any one of us could have decided they didn’t have to know who the other people are. But we all made an effort to talk, discover, remember, and catch up. All of that could have led to nothing, or it could spark a special reunion.
And I reckon, sometimes, little efforts can give you an experience that is so unique and unexpected that you would not otherwise have it if you don’t play a part.
Picture: It is another special moment when I was waiting at a bus stop and in front of me are two buildings. One corporate-looking filled with office lights that represent a fast pace, modern, energetic, competitive, stressful working environment. And the other one, a museum with no light, heritage, ageing, sleeping peacefully. It gives me an image of a young guy watching over his sleeping grandpa. To me, it’s iconically a generational representation of a buzzing* city.
(* compared to other cities in the country)