From my recent weekend at Kripalu:
I sit here this morning on my last day at a yoga retreat. I’ve been here for a weekend workshop, unrelated to yoga. Looking around I realize it will be sad to leave.
I’m not a yogi. As a matter of fact, the first day I showed up at this retreat I wore pants that required a belt, a collared shirt and V-neck sweater. This is my typical attire when attending a workshop or conference (blazer optional).
I looked around the room and no one was in pants that required a belt. Of the 200 or so people on campus there may have been 4 people wearing jeans. Other than that I saw yoga pants. Yoga pants, sweat pants, leggings, shorts, anything but khakis.
It’s Sunday and I’m at “Silent Breakfast”. Silent breakfast allows time for reflection before the day begins. I look up from my plate and see a man with his head bowed before he begins to mindfully, and gratefully eat. The mother and daughter workshop attendees walk through the buffet line. The daughters appear happy for the silence, and some mothers can’t help but whisper in their daughter’s ears. As the morning yoga classes close, more people walk through the buffet line in silence, and in yoga pants.
I have put on jeans today for the drive home, along with a t-shirt and my favorite fleece. I wonder how I fit in here. Are people looking at me and saying “hey check her out, the one in the pants”. Do I belong here?
And I realized: I belong here, because I am here.
I recommend a retreat for everyone who wants to hit the pause button on our often stress filled lives. You don’t have to do yoga, just enjoy the beauty of the grounds, excellent workshops and silent breakfast. I plan to go back…I’ll be the one in the khakis.