Estes visitantes são gente que nunca aparece neste dia, há outras coisas que fazem, seja porque não têm disponibilidade por responsabilidades com as famílias, sejam por outras razões aos quais eu não tenho absolutamente nada a ver com isso, mas como professora, cabe-me puxar pela inspiração para estruturarem os dias e terem tempo para a sua prática, aqui ou em casa.
Este Domingo foi realmente especial, ainda estava a chegar perto do portão e já lá havia um grupo de praticantes. Mal me aproximei, reconheci os rostos e ri-me, ora ali estavam os alunos do Domingo, e os tais que até são regulares, e tambem um conjunto grande de visitantes. Foi o terceiro grupo que se destacou, porque eram todos surfistas, homens e mulheres. Subi as escadas, preparei a sala e abri a porta, foram entrando uns atrás dos outros e foram cumprimentados com um Olá, seguido de um "O QUE CHUVA FAZ!?", ou "TENHO DE AGRADECER A S. PEDRO?", ou "POIS NÃO HÁ SURF, NÃO É?", ou ainda "RAIOS PARA ESTE VENTO FORTE" em tom de ironia... todos entraram e riram-se, com rostos comprometidos e ombros encolhidos, porque são gente que se o mar estivesse bom, não estariam aqui numa manhã de Domingo, às 9.30.
A aula decorreu com uma energia muito boa, feita por todos os que aqui estiveram, lá fora chovia, havia vento, o mar estava uma miséria, sem formação, mas dentro da sala, a prática deles florescia no foco que têm construído pela própria prática. Porque durante a semana, mesmo quando há ondas, quando há inícios de manhãs e finais de tarde de bom surf, verdadeiras tentações à prática, eles vêm, muitas vezes esticam o tapete ainda a olhar pelas janelas altas do Shala para o mar lá fora, mas optam pelo seu Ashtanga.
Acredito que a decisão é feita porque sentem os seus benefícios no corpo e na mente e espero, que na alma. Obrigada S. Pedro! Foi um começo de Domingo abençoado em água, e iluminado pelas suas práticas. E perdoa-lhes qualquer coisinha, que são gente boa e merecem uns dias cheios de sol, sem vento ou vento favorável e boas ondas.
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Sunday at our home, has been day of class at 9:30am, but usually do not appear all practitioners of Shala. There are always those who come almost every Sunday of the month, there are those who are appearing with some regularity and there are those who are "visitors", that when they enter the room, always receive a Hello followed by some expression which at the time arises in me mind and fly me through the mouth, jokingly and that causes immediate laugh, to them, to others and to me.
These visitors are people who never appears around here in this day, there have other things to do, can be because they have no availability because their families responsibilities, and for other reasons which I have absolutely nothing to do with it, but as a teacher, it is my job of pulling for their inspiration to structure the day and have time for their practice, here or at home.
This Sunday was really special, i was still arriving near the gate and already there was a group of practitioners, i barely approached and I recognized the faces, and of course i smiled, there were the Sunday students, also the ones who come regularly and a big group of visitors. It was the third group stood out because they were all surfers, men and women. I climbed the stairs, I prepared the room and opened the door, there were entering one by one, and were greeted with a hello, followed by a WHAT DOES THE RAIN!?, or DO I HAVE TO THANK S. PEDRO?, or SO NO SURF RIGHT?, or ironically, DAMN FOR THIS HIGH WIND ... all came in and laughed with compromised faces and shoulders hunched, because they are people that if the sea was good, would not be here in a Sunday morning at 9:30!
The class took place with good energy, maded by all the practitioners that were, outside was raining and there was wind, the sea was a misery, without good formation, but inside the room their practice flourished by the focus that they have been building by the practice itself. Because during the week, even when there are waves, when there are early mornings and late afternoon of good surf, true temptations to the practice, they come, often stretch the mats still looking through the high windows of Shala to the sea out there, but decide for their Ashtanga.
I believe the decision is made because they feel its benefits in body and mind, and i hope, in the soul.
Thank you St. Peter! It was a Sunday that was blessed with water, and lited by their practices.
And forgive them any thing, they are good people and deserve some sunny days without wind or some favorable wind and good waves.
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