On Wednesdays I go to yoga after work. I’ve come to appreciate this time and the way it transitions me from my work day to my evening at home. I come home a more relaxed and happy woman on Wednesdays. My husband asked me a few weeks ago if I could go more than once a week. I wonder what he meant by that.
Tonight, after yoga, I turned the corner of the on-ramp toward Highway 18 and was greeted by a snaking river of red tail lights stretching as far as my eyes could see.
As I eased into the right lane and nodded to the kind driver who let me in to the red-light parade I switched on my CD player. I bought a new Sarah Brightman CD over the weekend when I was driving to Canada to attend the adoption workshop. I stopped to do some shopping and the most beautiful music was playing in the shop. I asked the clerk what it was and when she pointed it out to me on the shelf I picked it up right away. It’s beautiful.
But, back to the freeway.
I inched along along with the rest of the traffic wondering what the cause of the heavy traffic was.
For a split second I began to feel impatient, frustrated that my post-yoga mellow mood was threatened.
I should turn on the radio to see if I can get a traffic report.
But as Sarah serenaded me with Time to Say Goodbye I felt a shift in my thoughts. I was carried away by her voice, her beautiful, melodious voice.
Why, I thought. If I turn the radio on and find out the cause of this traffic will I get through it any faster?
Of course I wouldn’t. So I made a conscious decision to sit back and enjoy the opportunity for a few extra moments of solitude while listening to Sarah’s beautiful voice. Suddenly the momentary inconvenience of heavy traffic turned into a small blessing, a tiny piece of the day I had to appreciate the kind of music that calms and uplifts me at the same time.
I arrived home relaxed, happy, and at peace.
For me, yoga + the right music = peace of mind.
And a good evening.