Karma's A Bitch

I am not even sure this is karma; in fact I know it is not, but the name somehow seems appropriate. Standing the waiting area of Moksha Mississauga, I greeted students that were going to be in my class. There is usually a flurry of activity about 15 minutes prior to the start of each class so I didn’t get to chat with them all. And apparently I didn’t even get a good look at one of them.

The first time I noticed her was when she went from the change room to the studio. A light flickered briefly and then went out. It was gone, I knew that I knew her, but couldn’t place the face. A student from another studio, an old university classmate, I wasn’t sure.

Before practice, I asked if it was anyone’s first time, and sure enough up popped her hand. As I explained about the heat and what to do if she felt overwhelmed my mind began to race. Where o’ where did I know her from.?

Things got off to a smooth start and about 10 minutes into the flow I began walking around, making adjustments here and there. As I reach down to press her little toe to her mat in warrior one, I noticed she had some henna on her ankle. WHAM! Jesus on a bicycle! I FIRED THIS GIRL!

It was the first and only time I have EVER fired anyone. Justified yes, but here I was bossing around this girl in class after bossing her around at work. I lost track of where I was in my sequence and had to have the postures held for a longer time.

“Yes everyone, hold that tree, and ummmm, I’ll just…Yeah…I’ll be right back!” That is what I wanted to say followed by a quick opening of the door followed by an equally quick escape. But no, that wouldn’t do. And neither would not helping her enjoy the class.

As it turns out, she made a hasty exit after corpse pose and by the time I stirred from my mat, she was gone. I hope we are at the point where we can “laugh about what happened” but somehow I don’t think so. I guess we’ll know if she comes back!