Yoga, Black Spiders and Out into the Desert

As you look out across the desert, in this oasis not so far from where I live, you see swaying palm trees and sand blown by the breeze. It's the desert here and it is finally Spring. You should have heard the birds yesterday. Everything is alive and singing. I got my yoga mat out of the garage and off I went to the Inn. It had been a long time since I needed my mat. What came tumbling out of my mat as I prepared for class than a large black spider. Of course everybody saw the spider. I quickly got it on my shoe and sent it home, but that was my introduction to the yoga people in 29 Palms. It wasn't their black spider but mine. Oh Spring! The class itself was divine. I rememered many of the poses I had learned from my old yoga teacher, Andrew, in Palm Springs. This teacher, Jeff, uses the Indian language to name ideas and poses. I can't remember the Indian names for cow, cat, corpse, child's, or any of the poses we practiced. I focused on my practice which was helpful. We were in this beautiful tent in the desert which was open. The sun shown on the place wear my mat was. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my skin and I knew warmth was good for yoga practice. Tomorrow I will go further out into the desert (that seems symbolic) almost back in time. Actually, I will be headed out to the really old roads and towns of the West. I will travel through places like Amboy. I think I will be on parts of route 66. What a history that road has and what a I history I have.