I was whining about re-entry into regular life after a wonderful week of blissful nothingness. No news. No worries about work, or eating well or exercising, or morning journaling. Heaven.
Then I heard the news that a local yoga teacher and his partner had been viciously attacked on Saturday night. Police are investigating it as a hate crime. His re-entry to his professional life will be tough with his injuries, but thanks to the yoga community, he will have some money to pay for medical bills — I hope all the money he needs to pay his medical bills. You’ll have to try hard NOT to find a charity yoga class set up in his honor this month and next in Washington, DC. This Sunday there are several charity classes at Tranquil Space (www.tranquilspace.com). Read about what happened, and where to make donations to cover Michael’s many medical expenses here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/07/25/michael-hall-yoga-instructor-benefit_n_1699807.html.
The painting I started before I left on vacation has taken on new significance in the wake of this violence. My original inspiration was my husband — I had been thinking about what a wonderful father he is to our kids, and now that our youngest is about to leave for college, about how good he was at being a parent to them when they were very young. I’m currently working on another canvas of the crook of his elbow, where they curled up when they were infants, and from where they swung when they were older.
This terrible incident has me thinking about yoga teachers and their hands. Thanks to my wonderful teachers and their hands, I’ve learned about the art, the science and the heart of yoga. I’m sure Michael is known and loved and respected because of this innate ability to guide people along a path of loving kindness. May he be healthy and whole very soon.