Ahhh ~ this is a much happier way to start a blog post compared to my surly attitude in Monday's ramblings. :o) That's a photo of me (thanks, Carrie!), right after the yoga/mandala workshop I lead last Saturday afternoon.
I had kits available for each student, and as usual I had extra kits just in case there were late sign-ups. The kits include an instruction sheet, a mandala template, a yoga quote printed on a strip of paper to be used as a ruler, some stickers made with my own mandalas (uploaded and printed via Moo.com), and a yoga towelette.
I have three little mandala kits to give away. :o)
We practice as a community in my mandala workshops, and one of our get-to-know-you questions is "Where was your first community?" If you'd like a chance to win a mandala kit, just leave me a comment either here or on Facebook and tell me where on this planet did you feel your first sense of community. I'll enter your name into the drawing and draw three names at random. Winners will be announced next Wednesday.
Sending mandala love to all who read this.
♥
5 comments:
What a lovely workshop! Wish I could have been there!! I haven't done yoga at all, but it is something I would like to have a go at. I am loving my Pilates classes at the moment. My first community? Going right back it would be my school I suppose, but one that's far more important to me now is my antenatal class group who I still meet with 26 years later! Popping in as part of my blog comment challenge 300 in 30 days.
Deb what a lovely gesture. I bet all your participants are on the list already for the next class/workshop. I really like the idea of the yarn connecting everyone via their yoga matts. For some timid folks this would be a great method and not be invasive. My first community was found in a barn with horses. With horses I feel very circular in spirit and soul. Everyday I feel blessed to know these noble beasts.
My first community was with the other kids who lived on Glenhaven Drive in suburban Los Angeles, circa 1965. We shared so many days and nights, games of hide-and-seek and "over the line," first crushes, listening to the AM radio and making the adage true "Things you remember from childhood, you remember forever."
Great question Deb!
And yes, I'd love a kit (although you already sent me a template and ruler; so if you give me stickers when I come visit, you can leave me out of the drawing- ha!)
Rinda
That is a lovely photo of you :). And such a special activity for connecting people together. I think my first experience of community - one where I really felt at home - was the Spanish and Portuguese department at university where we were really one big family, in a huge rabbit-warren of a house. There were candelit dinners for the first snowdrop in Spring or Cervantes' birthday, poetry readings, medieval dancing days and dramatising early ballad nights ... Glorious!
What a great picture of you. I love your little turtle mandela and the lines connecting everyone's mats. Hmmm, my first community would be the street I grew up on since the age of 8. We kids did everything and everyone was welcome. I still feel that sense of community with that street and the neighbours that are left. I would love one of your kits, keeping my fingers crossed.
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