Indelible Jenn

I am always taken aback a little when someone that I have only met once, or even multiple times, calls me by my name or recognizes me in a crowd. I never think that people will remember me. It has always been this way for me. This has never bothered me, nor have I given it much thought throughout my life, until recently.

I was wavering back and forth between attending the second immersion this spring. I can't put a name to what made me second guess being a part of it as it was already paid for and my vacation time approved.

I decided to attend a yoga class a few weeks ago at the downtown studio. Upon arriving at the studio I was greeted with so much enthusiasm and delight that I was almost saddened by the thougth that I had actually forgotten how astounding being part of the kula felt. Drinking that fullness of open heart in, I stretched out my mat.

The word of the day was indelible. The studio was at capacity, the heat radiating, and the practice intense. Mid class, with sweat dripping from every pore, I heard my name. It was the teacher, an individual that I greatly respect yet rarely get to practice with, saying my name. He gave me a suggestion to reposition some part of my body. I don't even know if I altered my posture as I was overwhelmed that I actually heard my name in a sea of people. I paused, inhaled deeply, and exhaled fully.

That evening I sat down with my journal. I wrote about the delight in the receiving, the flow of the movement, and of being part of a community that I truly love. I contemplated the idea that perhaps I had the capacity to be lasting, to be permanent, and to be a mark that is not easily erased.

I did attend and complete the immersion with the aim to unclutter and spring clean from the inside out. I gained clarity of who I am and what I have to offer to myself, and to others. I know that I have made a few lasting impressions on some of my fellow yogis and longtime friends to be. I not only cleared out my closet, but really scrubbed the walls and wiped the cobwebs from the corners.

Among many things, I left with the essence that I am memorable because I deserve to be.