Last week I wrote about my happy place: the beach. And it still is, trust me. Even after visiting it in its frozen state three times this week I’m reminded of how much I love that place. Is it okay to have two happy places? Man I’m lucky. I seem to find happiness in many places these days.
My man has been working hard on our backyard rink. He obsesses over it, dreams about it, stares upon it. He’s out there late at night flooding it, building the ice up, checking the boards and scraping it off. It is definitely his obsession, but I know that a part of him does it for me and for knowing that this frozen backyard landscape holds a piece of my heart. He built our first rink four years ago; it was small and humble and has truly grown in size and stature. (And three summers of new sod and two dump truck loads of dirt but that’s another story…) Yesterday he raced home from work to meet me at the door with excited anticipation. The first skate.
As a kid I was a figure skater. Not the most celebrated, not even close actually. I entered one competition and came last and that was enough for me. Skating had never felt like competition for me. I always yearned for the ice to myself instead of sharing it with others who were judging or preparing to be judged. I wanted to skate to loud music and feel the air rush by. I wanted to dance on the ice like no one was watching. But that never happened, there were always people watching, it is a watched sport. I think that’s why I love Yoga so much, there is - in its purest form - no competition and no judgement. In Yoga, we don’t perform poses we feel them.
This morning I was able to get out on the ice all by myself. I finally had it. The rink to myself. I must have wanted this for 25 years. Somehow I always knew that I would have my own skating rink, not to be an Olympic gold medalist, but to just skate. To feel the edges of my blades carve into that freshly flooded ice. To hear the gripping of the metal against the cold. This morning I had it. I was twirling and whirling and free all by myself with music in my ears. It was heaven, pure, icy heaven. It was Yoga on skates. I wasn’t performing, I was finally just feeling the ice under my feet, the way I’d always known it could be.
Later today, interestingly enough I met up with a very special person who told me that she could feel a Grand-Motherly energy coming through me, one that said “Dance off and laugh loud!” I have never heard this saying before but I can imagine my Nana who passed away years and years ago saying it, smiling and laughing. (When I picture her I always imagine the orange Buddha statue that she had in her house) How fitting that I was doing just so this morning with my Yoga on skates. Heaven, pure icy Yoga heaven.