I approach “The Gauntlet” filled with anxiety and dread. I am already frustrated, tired and hungry, exhausted from another grueling day. Will the potential adversaries I will encounter through the gauntlet torment me and molest my tools and personal treasures, or will I be allowed to pass without incident? These thoughts provoke others; will the rest of my journey be riddled with adversaries, will I be able to stealthily traverse the trails I must travel and arrive safely at my final destination?
I teach a Mom and Baby Yoga class once a month to a group of moms and their babies. When I first started teaching the class, most of the children were very wee ones who could hardly sit up. Back then the classes were calm and delightful- a real treat for moms in the midst of busy days spent caring for tiny babes with so many moment-to-moment needs. We’d wear the babies as we stretched, using them as weights to help us strengthen. We’d enjoy nice, long relaxations at the end; most of the babies would fall asleep nestled against mom on the yoga mat. These days our class looks quite different.
