rainbow connection

It's been 48 hours since I returned from yoga teacher training in the Outer Banks. I've slept 20 hours the past two nights. The first night back in my bed in the big blue house I woke in the middle of the night not knowing where I was. This happens after each return from training.

For two straight weeks I set my alarm to go off at 5:00 a.m. I would find my way out the sliding door and carefully make my way down the steps to our hot tub. I would slide into the hot tub, tilt my head to the sky, and gaze at a sky full of stars. It was magical.

There are few things that would lure me out of a deep slumber daily at this hour. Yoga teacher training is one of the few.

I had my first visit back to the treehouse, the studio today. A smile naturally spreads across my face as I open the giant door. The sun pours onto the floors and I feel the natural warmth this place exudes. It too is magical.

I greet students. They enthusiastically ask how the training went. I try to briefly explain the goodness of yoga teacher training. I know my words will never do it justice. They never have. It goes so far beyond what I imagine.

Each time this happens.
Each time I wonder if I can make more room in my heart for this process, for new people.
Each time I feel silly for even wondering such a thing.

The perfect women presented themselves for this training. The rainbow above magically appeared just before our closing graduation ceremony began. A student throws open the door as I was blow drying my hair for the first time in over two weeks. "I'm so sorry to interrupt you, but you HAVE to come see this!" Her eyes lit up the same way a child's eyes sparkle on Christmas morning.   

I wondered how it could even be possible. Yet, it was.
At our closing one Harley Davidson ridin' yogini with two grown children said that yoga teacher training was the best, most transformative experience she ever had. And her motorcycle's name is Samadhi. Cool? Yea, I know.

Another yogini who recently retired from teaching beautifully stated that she wished something so important, so crucial to the growth and development of children could be integrated into school. Amazing? Yea, I know.

On Sunday as I jammed down Interstate 64, The Rainbow Connection came on. I thought back to the past two weeks and tears spilled down my face.

They were tears of joy.
Tears of gratitude.
Tears of pure yogic bliss.

"Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they're wrong, wait and see. Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me.
Who said that every wish would be heard and answered when wished on the morning star? Somebody thought of that and someone believed it.
Look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing and what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me.
All of us under its spell. We know that it's probably magic.
Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices? I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that called the young sailors. The voice might be one and the same. I've heard it too many times to ignore it. It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me.

We found it.
The rainbow connection.

The lovers.
The dreamers.
The yogis.
And me.