In November I met this amazing woman. My intent was to purchase a massage table. It was not exactly what I wanted long-term but would get me started on what I desired to do.
I had recently taken a Reiki class and was excited about providing Reiki to friends and family. This table was to be an accessory toward that reality.
I drove out to Henrietta to check out the table. I could not have anticipated finding myself engaged in the most beautiful conversation with this Russian woman. She enjoyed sharing her story and it was soon clear that she was a teacher, not just any teacher, she was an acrobatics teacher. This woman was a gem!
Just weeks earlier I set the goal of being able to do splits. Of course I text my sisters to share, goals are always better when you share! “siStarz! I’m turning 34 and I have decided that I really want to teach myself to make my pussy touch the floor!” I don’t know what it is with me and sharing things in such humorous ways via txt. The wait is a part of the drama I suppose, so I wait.
I get a few emoji responses, raised brows, shocked face, bulging eyes and finally my eldest siStar fan girl responds “go for it sis! You’re always up to something” she says. My other sister shows interest in how I plan to do this. I explain that I’ve found an app and have already begun to use it. I send it to her to which she responds “you are so inspirational. It’s never too late to try new things” I smile as I read this and my inner goddess is content and excited to meet this new challenge.
The house I entered was poised to sell. The sign was hung and the contents were all removed with the exception of this table. The seller and I talked for a very long time, well, she mostly talked and I mostly listened
The conversation we held was priceless. She encouraged me to return to school and to follow my dreams no matter my age. She talked about obstacles she faced, including learning to speak and write excellent English. How one thing led to another as it does in life and it all led to her living her dreams.
As I left she studied the frame of my body, my posture and asked if I were a dancer. With a laugh I replied “only in my head!” She shared her observation of my posture and said, you should dance! She joked that should lose a few pounds, “you seriously should”. Just like talking to my mother over my shoulder I replied, “I know, I’m working on it.” as I exited it was getting late, and was almost late getting back on the road, my boys would be out of school soon.
I wasn’t offended by her joking instructions… especially as it came on the heels of her having shared her own views of the choice she made between being offended and being humbled and empowered in the years she worked to perfect her English. It had been a difficult transition for her and the instructor was a tough one.
I never did buy the table… what I gained was so much more. The table was a means of the universe fanning my flames.
It is now March, five months after setting my goal, and I can do forward splits quite well! My pussy still hasn’t quite kissed the floor but every time I settle into my practice I get a little closer, the goal is no longer the point however, I have found so many other beautiful stops along the way. I settle into my splits and explore the wonder which is me each and every time.