Sunday, December 19, 2010

Obstacles and Beginnings

Friday was a strange, strange day.  A day right out of the Twilight Zone.

Funny thing is, I knew it was going to be a strange one at 5:45am when the yoga festivities began. I don't normally frequent the early morning yoga because I am a stiff and crumbly cookie.  It usually takes me a few hours of walking around before I can even think about an Adho Mukha Svanasana let alone put myself in one. We Westerners know this as the downward-facing dog, by the way.

I'm stiffer than most.  That alone keeps me from frequenting early morning yoga.

Friday was different.  Spouse wanted me to do some cross-country skiing with him during his lunch hour.  I wasn't sure if I was going to go.  I mean, really.  I don't have time or money for another hobby, one with a whole new set of gear.  If I ski once with Spouse, I'll want to go all the time, and I can't go all the time, so I might as well not go once. (How's that for self-defeating logic.)  If I decide to ski with Spouse, I miss yoga, but I need yoga to keep my back happy, so I decided to try this 5:45 class for the first time, just in case I changed my mind and decided to ski with Spouse.  (Obviously not 100% self-defeating logic.)

The name of this Friday at 5:45 teacher is Jess.  And let me tell you, Jess is the real yogi deal.  She's not one of those bendy-dancer-cheerleader types, who've gone yogini, and babble the "metaphysical bullshit*".  Not that the bendy-dancer-cheerler types cannot be the real yogi deal, but this Jess, this Eastern Spirit trapped in a Westerner's body, is the real freakin' deal.  She teaches yoga in more Sanskrit than English.  If I want to keep up in her class, I'll have to start learning some Sanskrit.

*My favorite yoginita Megan coined that one.  And where on earth do I put the period in that there sentence?

First thing Jess did, was wax poetic about the upcoming Winter Solstice.  "And then there's Ganesh," she added, "Ganesh does not like the Winter Solstice.  Not at all.  So we will begin our class today by doing a Ganesha Sahasranama."  Jess followed that announcement with about two minutes of chanting directly to this Ganesh, in Sanskrit.  Or was in Hindi?  Who knows.  Either way, I was totally digging it.  Decided then and there that today would be a day that I talk to Ganesh.  It was going to be an all day, me and Ganesh day.

Wondering about this Ganesh?  Ganesh is a Hindu God known for being the "Remover of Obstacles," and the "Lord of Beginnings."  Clearly, you can see why this Ganesh guy can't get jiggy with the Winter Solstice.  The Winter Solstice is pretty much the beginning of doom, which really isn't a beginining.  As far as obstacles are concerned, winter brings many, therefore making Winter loads of work for this poor Ganesh.  Winter can be a big fat downer.  There's darkness, and cold, and the tax season.  I have no doubt that Ganesh knew of this tax season when he fashioned his opinion of the Winter Solstice.

Ganesh is easy to spot and whatnot because he's the God with the elephant head.


Anyway, Ganesh and I were conversing back 'n forth on the way home.  After I arrived to produce breakfast and whip the Yahoos into school-time readiness, I pulled up the facebook.  This facebook proves better than the news for current events, so it's a good way to see what's happening.

Friday was a sad day on this facebook.  First thing I saw was Vera, who said something about missing the Provo Tabernacle.  In the which I asked her what was up with this Tabernacle.  Did she tell me?  No!  Dang her.  She told me to turn on the television.  (So much for facebook giving me the news.) I turned on the television.  And bawled.  Well not really bawled, but I think a tear or two dropped.

The Provo Tabernacle was on fire.  It was completely and totally engulfed in flame.  The ceiling had collapsed and the building was toast.

Photo taken from Kansas City Star, of all places.

So what's the big deal about this Tabernacle building?  Well first it's historic, and most likely the oldest building in Provo, Utah.  It's a place where music is played beautifully and often.  It's home of the Utah Valley Symphony.  It's also the place where my Mom and Stepmonster Moe met, prolly 29 years ago, while both were members of this Utah Valley Symphony. 

The Provo Tabernacle is a symbol of a new beginning for them.  This Tabernacle is also a symbol of a new beginning to me, because Stepmoster Moe proved to be a heck of nice guy, the kind you want to keep around for, like, ever.  (Even though he's an old washed up hippie and won't eat broccoli.  Poor Moe.  Trust me, you don't want me as your stepdaughter.  Poor, poor Moe.

"Ganesh!" I hollered.  "The Tabernacle is no obstacle in need of removal!  PUT IT BACK!  Dang you.  PUT IT BACK! I say. BE KIND REWIND!"  

Then I had one of those spastically-deep and breath-taking moments.  Get this:  New beginnings come when, and only when, an obstacle is removed.  Isn't Ganesh pure freakin' genius!?  

I'm still mad at Ganesh for taking our precious Tabernacle.  And I'll wait impatiently to see what new beginning comes as a result.  Incidentally, when I think of new beginnings, I think of a new start, or a new birth, or a new baby with fresh, new skin.  Am I the only one that finds it strangely coincidental that the NuSkin building is right next door?

Oh!  And speaking of babies, the Yahoo's piano teacher is expecting one soon.  She also plays violin in the Utah Valley Symphony.

See?  I told you it was Twilight Zone material.  


1 comment:

Blackdog said...

I would think Ganesh would dislike the Summer solstice. That is when we move to shorter and darker days? Then again what would I know? I view yoga as some primitive form of torture. Almost like playing with clowns.