A couple of years ago I attended a local health fair with the intention of taking photos for the Neighbors page. As I walked around looking for a "photo op" I stumbled on a Tai Chi demonstration.
At the time I knew little about Tai Chi. I'd seen people practicing Tai Chi in parks and on apartment building balconies in Asia on the Travel Channel. But here, on a small indoor stage at the fairgrounds in Crescent City, Del Norters were doing it, too.
I recognized one of the women. She's from Smith River, about my age and definitely not a professional athlete. She glided across the stage with confidence and grace, definitely having fun.
"If Gaye can do it, I can do it," I said to myself as I grabbed the
flyer about classes. Two days later I went to the Healing Arts Center on
Second Street and began my self-improvement program.
I went to Tai Chi for over a year. There was a core group of four or
five students plus occasional drop-ins. Saun Stone led us in flowing
movements of hands and feet as one breathes in and breathes out, coaxing
every muscle, from head to foot, to relax.
Soon I became interested in yoga as well and joined a gentle yoga
class at the same venue. Theresa Scovill, founder of the Healing Arts
Center, has a gift for making each student feel comfortable in her own
skin. I had always been wary of yoga - convinced that you had to be
young, thin and able to twist like a pretzel. Theresa helped me find a
level of yoga that works for me.
Eventually Theresa and I decided on private sessions. For more than a
year now, for 90 minutes once a week, I have worked one on one with
Theresa, allowing myself to be transported to a place where it's OK to
focus on how I feel and what feels good. For me, yoga is like a good
Since I started yoga my balance has improved. I can stand on one foot
(Tree Pose) for what seems like a very long time now. If I've had a bad
day at work, I wobble more. When my mind is off balance, my body
I'm more flexible, too. On my birthday last week I took a spill when
my son's dog ran past and clipped me at the knees. My legs flew up and
my feet were next to my ears. I landed on concrete in the back yard.
Remarkably nothing was broken, sprained or even bruised.
During yoga practice Theresa encourages me to leave my worries at the
door and let my thoughts float away while I follow my breath. I stretch
my muscles and my mind, and leave the studio feeling better than I did
when I walked in.
A couple of months ago I was lying on the floor during Savasana - the
pose of total relaxation at the end of every class. It is the 3andndash;5
minutes that I look forward to after all the harder work - like Warrior
poses - is done.
That night, I felt the sea air slipping through the open window and
heard the foghorn. I let my mind wander and landed on this thought: if I
was reading a book about a heroine who finds peace in her yoga class at
a studio two blocks from her office and a mile from her home, a
tranquil spiritual space with an ocean view and the sound of a foghorn
in the distance, I would say, "I want to be her!"
The Healing Arts Center is closing and Theresa and her husband Sam
will be going home to the East Coast soon. Their generous gift to the
community has benefitted many people, including me. Tonight is my last
class. At the end, teacher and student will bow to each other, sharing
the ancient Sanskrit blessing, "Namaste."
People come into your life for a reason. Thank you, Gaye, Saun and
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