yoga studio in Costa Rica
About once a week I take a yoga class at a studio about ten minutes away. It’s a studio where I teach a 6-week meditation course 3 or 4 times a year. Often times, the teacher begins the class by suggesting that we set an intention for the class.
Sometimes my intention is just to make it through the class without too much trouble. I usually take advanced vinyasa flow classes and typically the other students are 20-25 years younger than me. Other times, I focus on a project I’m working on and getting through a block. But on one recent morning–the morning after I’d paid a bunch of holiday bills –I said to myself ‘Bring in money, bring it in soon.’ Not exactly a spiritual intention, by any means, but a practical one.
The class with this particular teacher was as challenging as usual with a lot of tricky arm balance poses and twisting postures that require a flexible spine. When the class was over, I reminded everyone of my upcoming meditation course and headed for the door.
As I put on my shoes, one of the students tapped me on the shoulder and handed me an envelope with my name on it. “What’s this?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s a Christmas card from some of the students. I noticed you hadn’t picked it up.” I thanked her and walked out my car with my mid-January Christmas card. I slid behind the wheel and opened the envelope to find $30 in cash, a total surprise.
Then I remembered the intention I’d set for the class and laughed. That certainly was a quick response from the Universe. Cash handed to me before I’d even left the studio. Not quite the quantity I was thinking of, but I decided to look at it as symbolic. After all, it had seemingly manifested out of thin air.