I hold a yoga/meditation/knitting class. Two to three hundred people fill up this huge auditorium. My class is called “yoga teachers intensive”. There’s been some miscommunication. They came because they thought it was a Yoga Teacher Intensive, a class going on at a place with a similar name. My class is once a week ongoing. That class is four days long. I can’t even tell the people they are confused. They are so loud, talking to each other. I need a microphone to get them to hear. Finally they hear me, all but eight people leave. This is a much better turn out than I was expecting. Maybe it was a good thing that the miscommunication happened, otherwise there probably would have only been two or three people.
My first couple classes go really well. I talk about doing mantras and pranayam with your knitting, as well as stretches to do before and after you knit. Someone asks what skills they need for the class. “Only how to knit, purl and cast-on.” People knit whatever they want, but they seem to knit-along, we all seem to be working on similar issues at the same time. I show one lady how to loosen a knot in the middle of her row, so that it doesn’t stick out. There seem to be more like twenty people for the second class. It gives me a really good feeling to teach the classes. Then I start to worry about what my next session will be like. I worry about it with Kevin for a while and then I go do some shopping.