The Sculptor and the Clay

Today (Wednesday) we’re spending one more day away from the schools to make sure that we’re Covid-free and ready to perform. Our plan B (or is it Plan D, by now?) is to leave Sullivan County today, spend two nights at a hotel, play the gigs, and then take a plane to Tampa where we’ll spend Christmas with both daughters in St. Petersburg.

There’s an old saying, “If you want to make God laugh, make plans.” In other words, Plan B could unravel due to circumstances beyond our control. Stay tuned.

I’m one of those people who find it really hard to be confined to bed. My engine runs hot and I like to get up early and get going. My ideal day includes getting things done, writing, creating and moving around until I run out of power around dinner time. I like to use my energy to serve others as an artist or as a friend and I enjoy keeping my environment (home or a camper) neat and tidy. I probably would have made someone a good wife. (Wait, is that politically correct, anymore?)

The point is that I’m not practiced at stopping. This has been a constant theme on these pages. If you’ve followed me across the USA, you already know that I have one foot in this moment and one foot reaching towards whatever is next. But standing still? That remains an issue.

Let me give myself a little credit here, though. I have learned to be emotionally present and that requires that I take some time away from forward motion. I’ve also learned how to pause on a mountain trail, turn around and look back to see where I came from. So, I’m not a total workaholic, anymore. The sum total of yoga, meditation, and lots of other modalities and decisions have made Scotty a whole lot more centered and present.

But there’s always room to grow. And getting Covid smack in the middle of three very busy weeks in December was evidently the plan my Higher Power chose to deliver Scott’s next lesson plan.

When we return in January, I begin my Yoga teacher training (YTT) in Ashaya Yoga. I have a suspicious sense that there’s a connection between what I’m experiencing right now and that training, but I’m not really sure what it is, yet. My teacher, Todd Norian, has already said to me that he wants me to focus on my own journey with regard to YTT as opposed to thinking about the students I may lead in the future. He has been doing this a long time, so he’s probably good at recognizing students who are super service-minded, people-pleasers. He may even be one himself. There are a lot of us who become educators and performers.

But here’s my last thought: is there something more important, more foundational than being a teacher for me? I’ve lived the last thirty years as an educator. Is it time for me to be a student, again? Perhaps. Let’s see if I can be in a place to receive instead of give, to hold out my hand, and accept instead of offer, to be the clay instead of the sculptor for a while.

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