Jan
15
Written by:
Erika
1/15/2010 10:45 AM
She farted at the beginning of yoga class and I was so relieved! I almost didn't go to class because my day-long snacking made my stomach grumble with the threat of escaping gas ...I didn't want to be the one to fart in yoga class. The woman next to relieved my mental stress when her gas unexpectedly escaped. Thank goodness it wasn't me!
For the remainder of class I no longer worried about my bloated belly and was able to concentrate on my poses ...until the end. The challenging portion done, we set about relaxing in a reclining posture when my body, with no prior warning, released a loud bubble of gas. I couldn't believe it! I farted! Who could imagine a 2-fart yoga class?After the woman next to me had her embarrassing moment, I believed that that was it ...nothing for me to fear as the fart would not come from me. And, then, it did.
No one said anything or seemed to even notice though I know they did (it was loud). As I lay quietly allowing myself to sink into the floor, I smiled. There is so little we have control over and the stuff we think we do control, we probably don't. And, the rules we put into place (only one fart per yoga class) are really just things we make up to help us think we have some control.
Control isn't what makes us happy, even though we believe it is. Happiness comes from embracing the non-existence of control and knowing we are safe no matter what. Happiness is laughing at unexpected farts and embracing whatever is to happen next.
Copyright ©2010 Erika Oliver
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