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Asking to Receive: 'ish make me. . .HAPPY.
July 19, 2016
My almost-three-year old nephew crawled up on the couch this morning, sprawled across all three of our laps - Ian's, mine and Maya's - and stuck his right foot up in the air. Not knowing what to do and not having really hung out with an almost three -year old in almost seven years, my first instinct was to nibble his toes. Well, he liked that fine and he giggled a bit but then he was like, No, seriously, let's try that again. He stuck his foot back up in the air, took my hands, wrapped them around his ankle and directed me to Skeeze it. I proceeded to give him a foot massage and he laid back in bliss and proclaimed with a milky little smile, "'Ish make me. . . HAPPY."
Well, yeah, little dude. It would make me happy too if I could command the Universe to rub my feet. I'm not as cute as he is and therefore can't get away with it, so the lesson's not exactly applicable, but here's the take-away: ask for help from the Universe and sometimes the Universe responds favorably.
In yoga class, when we meditated we always practiced a palms up and open position if we felt prepared to Give, and a palms down toward the earth if we felt more in a condition of needing to Receive. Everyone's eyes were always closed, not judging anyone else's chosen hand position. I keep my eyes closed too, although as the teacher, maybe I should have looked around the room to see who might be asking something from me today, asking something from the Universe that I should be aware of. But I always felt like that information was internal, therefore personal, and not my purview. I can adjust alignment, I can be the wall, but only you can choose/ act on whether or not you are in a capacity - a capacity which changes day by day, hour by hour, to give or receive.
The funny thing is, whenever I taught class, my palms were always flipped up. Always*. Teaching yoga made me feel deeply giving, deeply in touch with the spirit of a yogic heart of a servant. I can give all day long when I'm teaching. Now I'm not teaching and I'll give you one guess where my palms have fallen the last five out of five days of yoga practice.
I guess the good news is that I am practicing. I practiced in the Chicago airport before the last leg of our three-leg journey from Prague to Raleigh-Durham (why did they route us to Chicago? Don't ask.), in the wide open living room of the rental beach house as I watched the dawn break over the Atlantic Ocean- jet lag being good for something, hello 4 am wakie-wakies. I even practiced yesterday morning with said almost-three-year old nephew. (His Downward Dog was unconventional in all the best ways.) The difference has been that as I recline in shivasana or sit in sukassana meditation, my palms fall groundward. I am asking to Receive.
I am sticking my feet up and asking the Universe to Skeeze me. I am ready to Receive.
*Always is a bit of a stretch. Ha ha, pun intended. I remember the one time my palms weren't open. It was the time I had to tell everybody we were moving. That day, I needed some serious Skeezing. And though the powers-that-be still made us go through with this move, I think what the Universe gave me was the clear vision to see that all my friends, all that love we generated in the Riverside jidelna, all those challenge poses and lavender massages and cheering each other through Bakasana, all the deep breaths and Hero Poses and Om Namah Shivaya's - those were the gifts. Well-received, Universe. Much appreciation. Love, Emily