The Wonders are Always here by Bill Wofford
Is anyone else noticing how the storylines practically write themselves these days?
When I sat down to write this on Monday morning, I had no agenda—my satchel of ideas as empty as the screen in front of me. I’d just come in from a soak in the hot tub, immersed not only in steaming water but in a whole morning symphony: birdsong, the thrum of trucks crossing the 15-501 bridge, and conversation with Lexie about the fast-approaching final days of Yoga Garden Pittsboro.
After savoring one of the last cool mornings before the Carolina summer settles in, I meditated, had breakfast, and made my way to the office.
From my desk in the garage office man cave, I look east—past the bird feeder and baby fig tree. My gaze pauses on metal sculptures of a red Welsh dragon and a blue goat before settling on the doghouse once occupied by Lexie’s old dog, Tater. After his passing, I moved it to the edge of the woods with vague hopes it might someday be adopted by coyotes or some other woodland creatures once his scent had faded enough. Not yet. But maybe someday.
As I scanned the yard and my mind for ideas, tiny seed pods drifted into view on the breeze. What struck me was how they would suddenly appear when they crossed a shaft of sunlight piercing the trees—glowing for a moment in the light, then vanishing again as they slipped back into shadow.
Then others followed.
And some of these newcomers seemed to exempt themselves from the laws of physics—or so it appeared until I realized that mixed among the floating seeds were tiny gnats dancing in the air.
The wonders are always here if I remember to look with fresh eyes.
And in the blink of an eye, they’re gone.
Ah yes. I suppose I could have guessed that the ever-unfolding wonder of nature—and the inherent impermanence woven into every spark of life—would volunteer themselves as themes for this Earth Day newsletter.
Like I said: the storylines write themselves.
Sure, we are entering the final month of classes and events at Yoga Garden, but as fervently proclaimed in that old Monty Python and the Holy Grail spirit: I’m not dead yet!
There is still a rich set of offerings ahead. Connect with the elements of earth, water, fire, and air. Our talented teacher team invites you to ground and grow, stretch and strengthen in weekly yoga classes. Explore elemental breathwork with Carrie, find deep rest with Melissa, raise your voice in song with heart2heart, or simply gather in community on May 17 as we celebrate and honor our little studio.
Join us for some of our final dances before Yoga Garden PBO fades gracefully into whatever comes next.
P.S. Last I checked, there were still a couple of spots left to join Lexie and me this Saturday for our annual Earth Day elemental Kriya practice.
