We laid on the floor in yoga class last night, doing our meditations (my fave part of the class cos you get to curl up with a blankie). The rain pounded hard on the roof and I kept thinking how I’d get soaked walking home but the instructor told us to bring our minds back to the present and to let the thoughts and worries float away.
‘Okay,’ I thought, ‘I can do that.’ I decided I’d let go and deal with the rain after class.
After the class ended and I got rugged up to walk home, the rain had stopped complete. I think that’s a metaphor for life (or just a reality of Melbourne weather).