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 Penny's
SAHM Journal
April 9, 2006
A
Powerful Yoga Connection
Find out what Penny experienced through
a peaceful yoga class
It's Sunday morning! April 9, 2006. My
body feels slightly weary from walking
about seven hours yesterday at the Clay
County Agricultural Fair. Caleb and I
visited the fair with my friend, Teena,
and her son, Troy! We had a great time.
Prior to attending the fair, I had gone
to an 8:15 a.m., yoga class at Peaceful
Yoga. The class met its objective to connect
mind, body and spirit. The name of the
class -- "Mind, Body, Flow."
Toward the end of the class, during the
relaxation practice, my mind, as it had
done before, drifted to a large field.
I envisioned a hilly area with lots of
bright, nicely manicured green grass.
I imagined myself on top of a hill in
a long, white dress. I was doing graceful
dance movements while waving a white,
sheer scarf.
As I danced in a circular motion, happy
children surrounded me and made a game
out of trying to grab the flowing scarf
that I waved high above their heads. In
the vision, I was in a profound and most
serene place set somewhere within this
world. Where? I don't know.
Although that same vision had popped in
my mind during a previous yoga class,
yesterday, however, a part two of this
story evolved. Yesterday, images of the
faces of my dad (Ainsworth Burgess) and
my cousin (Terry Burgess) who are both
only physically deceased, turned up in
my spirit mind.
As I swirled that white scarf, Terry's
smiling face was on my left side while
my daddy's adoring face was on the right.
Just as I had known Terry in the human
form, he was playful in this vision --
giggling and joking with the children
who were grabbing at the scarf. In some
form I heard him tease Caleb by saying:
"Caleb, you can't grab your momma's
scarf (his way of challenging Caleb to
keep on grabbing). With adoration in his
voice, he said to my dad, "Burg,
look at them!"
My daddy answered Terry with the look
on his face; he looked on at the children
and me with an inexplicable admiration.
I heard no words from him in my vision
although I strongly felt them. His face,
more still than Terry's at the time, deeply
admired what I was doing at that moment
and all that I am. This vision brought
affirmation to my life. I felt him say,
"Penny, you're something else. Keep
doing what you're doing!"
Back to earth -- back to the yoga class!
A soft bell was heard along with the instructor's
voice guiding us back to the moment --
to the here and now! The five of us participating
in the class were instructed to wiggle
our fingers and toes as a means of coming
back, so to speak. At that moment, I assumed
my thoughts of my daddy and Terry would
gently float away. I figured Terry's face
would fade on the left and my daddy's
would disappear on right. However, a higher
power had a different plan for ending
this vision.
Those faces, instead, came closer to my
body -- to me in the white dress -- and
started to spiral around the length of
my body from head to toe. After a complete
body-length spiral, I no longer saw them
-- or me in the white dress -- on the
hill in the field. There I was again,
in the flesh, in blue workout pants and
a white tee shirt.
I discreetly wiped away the soft tears
of joy that were streaming down either
side of my face.
I thought about sharing this story with
Rubi, the instructor and owner of Peaceful
Yoga, but decided it was probably best
to give myself time to process my vision
and to let it settle before releasing
it to the universe. However, it must have
been the right time to share these details
soon after class; Rubi also got slightly
teary-eyed when hearing what I had just
experienced in her yoga studio. She said,
"I am so glad you shared that story
with me. That is exactly why I continue
to keep this space."
My story helped bring affirmation to Rubi
that she and her intimate yoga space are
deeply touching lives -- in a way that
perhaps only spirit can completely comprehend.
Not that I ever had any doubt, but although
my dad and Terry have passed on in one
form, I was reminded through my vision
that they continue to be as close with
each other as they were here on earth
and that they continue to remain alive
in the lives of their loved ones. Sometimes,
however, it might just take a little yoga
for me to fully connect with them!
To read my July 2005 tributes to my daddy
and Terry, click here: http://www.celebratingchildren.com/journal_pennysahm7-20-2005.htm
In Spirit,
Penny Momtoaboy@aol.com
4/9/06
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