I got a call last week from my very first yoga instructor. He wanted to know if I would host Wah for the weekend. I wasn’t even sure what he was asking of me.
I have been around yoga for 20 years and am familiar with quite a bit of yoga music but didn’t know the music of Wah.
After a conversation with Harley we set things up so she could stay with us for the weekend I have never had someone stay with us we didn't know. Harley was skeptical, “Let me get this straight you’re going to invite someone into our home for the weekend we have never met? Yep, that’s the plan.”
With that in place I decided to find out who I had just invited for the weekend. In this day and age what do we do when we need information, that’s right I went online and Googled Wah. YouTube offered her image and music, I liked her right away and she hadn't even arrived.
Friday night after her concert she arrived with Jim for the weekend. We chatted for a while, got everyone settled in, and went to bed. Harley and I are early risers and 11PM is past our bed time.
I got up early for a yoga class, Harley was off to work and we left our guests sleeping.
When I arrived at the studio I was chatting with Danielle, another yoga instructor and she had not only heard of Wah was a devotee of her music. Danielle told me I knew Wah’s music I just didn’t know it was her. Then we went over to the music that is for sale at Kula, our studio, and there were 5 CD’s, imagine my surprise.
After class I went home and our guests were up. I asked her if she ever dropped in on a yoga class that was playing her music with the other students not recognizing her. She said it was fun when people don’t recognize her and comment on the music. We sat on the porch and talked about yoga, touring, food, love, and life. These are truly nice people living what makes their hearts sing. It made me wonder am I living what makes my heart sing.
My friend Mary Beth died a few weeks ago at 50. She was battling breast cancer for the third time and towards the end when she was sure she was losing the battle. She wrote part of her eulogy and shamelessly paraphrasing she said life is short live the dream now, you may not have tomorrow.
We hear this all the time, what does it really mean. I have tossed my life up in the air to follow my dream twice. The first time I was fresh out of college I took a year off and toured the USA, sleeping in a tent, seeing state and national parks, what an amazingly beautiful country we live in. The second time I took time off to run a light show for an aspiring rock and roll band We were gone for a little over a year. From both adventures I have memories that will always be a part of the richness of my life. Part of me wonders if it is time to explore again, part of me wonders if I am living my dream already.
We enjoyed our guests for the weekend and they were off to the next show spreading the message of music, love and kindness.
How lovely that we had the opportunity to open our home to these two travelers. Wah signed one of her CD’s for us, at the top she wrote my name at the bottom she wrote Harley’s, on each side she wrote loves. When it spins you see Teri loves, Harley loves, Teri loves, Harley loves…sweet.