Last week I attended a yoga class after work. An hour after the class started, a woman entered the room and set up her mat. My teacher continued nonplussed by this late addition. As the latecomer got organized, the woman next to me hissed, “This class started an hour ago.” The latecomer looked shocked. Maybe she had just had one of those days. My teacher then paused and said, “Hi Dee! I’m so glad you are here. You are just in time for the floor portion of class.”
Those reactions were not planned. They were viseral. In that moment, I admired my teacher so much. That’s the kind of person I want to be on and off of the mat- welcoming and genuine. She cared more about that student than anything else at that moment. It was beautiful.