road closed.

I went to yoga tonight. I was talking to Becky on the phone (hands free Mom!) as I was driving there. To be perfectly honest, we were taking turns ranting about frustrations in our day. As I slowed for the turn to the yoga studio, I noticed the "road closed" sign & the construction vehicles. I think I commented to Becky that "of course the effin' road is closed!" I took the next turn, and slowed at several driveways until I found the one that would lead me to the parking lot. I parked a bit away from the entrance, not knowing if the construction was affecting parking spaces in the front. A minor detour…but one that increased the stress level in my day. See, I'm often 'running late'…but I am terrified of being late to yoga. 

As we settled in to begin class, Emily thanked everyone for coming, for dealing with the detour, and used the road closure as an example of accepting wherever you are at a given moment. She talked about questioning – wondering out loud "what does this road closure mean?" We all chuckled a bit, and then carried on class. It was a terrific class, and helped to calm so much of my anxiety from the day. We worked through a lot of hip-opening poses, which is perfect for my still-painful hip injury(?) from the 1/2 marathon in April. Anyway…

After class, I started the walk back to my car. I had glanced back at the main entrance, and noticed that it was now open. I thought about Emily's words from the beginnig of class…"what does the closed road mean?" 

I kid you not when I tell you that the following phrase occurred to me with such clarity that I froze for a minute….

You can find another way through. 

If that's not just about the most perfect answer…well, then I don't know what is. I've come up against a few closed roads in life lately. Love the reminder from the universe that I can find another way. 

(thank you, Emily, for somehow providing me with exactly what I needed tonight. you're amazing.)

(oh, and then? I called my Dad to wish him a happy b-day, and he asked what I was doing. I said that I had just gotten home from yoga. He said "did it help?" and I instinctually answered "yes!"…I don't know exactly what Dad meant, or what he thought it needed to help…but I know that it did. And it does.)