Guess Who's Going to Yoga . . .

. . . my skeptical, addicted to the Internet, needs constant stimulus hubby!

How it all came about:

I was gone for the weekend at an ecstatic dance retreat with no phone or Internet connection. We have never gone that long without communicating before. Normally when I'm away he fills his schedule with social activities. But this week he was mostly alone, hardly slept or ate, and we have no TV. In short, he was left to deal with his mental demons and realized he was incapable of entertaining himself. Apparently he tried to watch a movie and saw a preview for a film called "Grace Is Gone," about a man who loses his wife named Grace. I think he went a little nutty.

After my touchy-feely weekend (which I am so not--after 6 years I still have a hard time hugging and telling my in-laws "I love you" for example) I had plans to attend my drumming circle before coming home. The hubby missed me so much that he met me there! Shocked and worried he would make fun of us, I was overjoyed that he liked it and everyone appreciated having him there.

Then Monday morning I reminded him that my yoga classes started again on Tuesday and told him "you can go to the pub if you want." To which he replied, "Can't I go to yoga with you?" I said it was an 11 week and expensive commitment, but that if he was serious I would go to the beginner class with him, which started that night, instead of the Tuesday class. We went and we paid. I'm glad that he came to this decision by himself, recognizing the need to quiet his mind. We plan to do 10 minutes of gentle yoga every morning now, too, so I guess he really liked our Kripalu yoga teacher. He said that everything she said made sense and resonated with him.

I'm shocked. I need to go away more often:)