It’s spring, the most hopeful time of the year. The other day, when I was taking a walk around the neighborhood, thrilled that I didn’t need a coat and boots, I started thinking about all the things I need to do to get my garden ready. Although I enjoy gardening, and it would be impossible for me to endure summer without fresh-off-the-vine tomatoes and cucumbers, the whole process seemed a little daunting to me at first.
Recently I was talking with a friend of mine about life and the decisions we’ve made and I came to the realization that practicing and teaching yoga are two of the best choices I’ve ever made.
We’ve all heard of the many benefits of yoga: improved coordination, stronger bones, better posture and balance, stress reduction, body-mind connection, overall strength, and flexibility.
Out of the blue one day, I got a call from a local retailer telling me I’d won the use of a projection-screen TV for the Final Four weekend, plus platters of munchies for a March Madness get-together. This was before HD and flat screens — it was a Big Deal to have that giant television wheeled into the house for the weekend. We had our friends Tillie and Jim over, and together we cheered for and yelled at the players and ate a lot of deli food. Good times!
Jim passed away just a few short years later. He was in his mid-30s. Every year when March Madness comes around, I’m reminded of the surprise of winning that prize and the unexpected way in which watching few basketball games deepened our friendship. It makes me realize what a good coach the universe is — there are lessons for life everywhere, even in the playoffs.
Here’s what March Madness taught me about life: