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| New banner, freshly painted ceiling and honey line. |
I had to close my Studio, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever
done. It had repercussions that reverberated through my life and my tiny town.
It hurt me, it hurt my friends but I had to do it. The stakes were too high
that I could feel my old gypsy ways creeping back in telling me there are no
such things as roots, just pull camp and go. But I didn’t want to, though it
was (and sometimes still is) a tempting idea. So I did what I had to do to
survive, I close the doors to Second Star Studio and I hermited up for a while,
trying to figure out what the hell was going on in my life, what I could
change, what I had to walk away from and more importantly really look at the
places where I had made mistakes and figure out what there was to be learned.
It took two weeks before I was even able to walk back into
the studio, to sit in silence there and beg the universe from some guiding
light. And you know what, it never came. It never became because asking for answers
isn’t practice, it isn’t yoga. Doing the work is yoga! So I decided while I figured
all this out I might as well move forward on some much needed renovations to
the space. And with a small army of volunteers that’s just what we did.
As it turns out I have some really deep roots in this
community and more importantly some people have developed deep roots in their
own yoga practice, they needed their yoga studio back and they needed their
teacher. They needed me. So they and I got to work.
The biggest project we tackled was removing the drop ceiling
that was in the space (go ahead, cringe, I did). Once it was out it was like
the studio had a face lift, but instead of younger more inviting face we found
a tired, smoke damaged, pealing face. We also found a line of holes drilled
into the wall that were once used to blast insulation into the walls (though I doubt
its lasting effectiveness) and were left with the question if to patch or not
to patch until one of the volunteers said, “why don’t you just make a banner to
cover it all and paint some sanskrit on it?” Brilliant! And I instantly knew
what prayer should be there!
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| This is my very first teaching notebook, this prayer has been inside the front cover for years and is the template for the sanksrit banner now in the studio. |
And so it began the scraping, cleaning, and painting of
1,000 square feet of sooty ceiling and the cutting, priming, transferring, and
painting of 50 feet of sanskrit. It was a long haul, amid other projects those
2 things took nearly 2 weeks on their own but they really do change the space entirely
and create a warm and openness to the studio that there wasn’t before. Towards the
end of the 2 weeks precisely as we were hanging the banner, piece by piece,
something started oozing from the walls. An amber goo trickled down from the
ceiling just as we were mounting a piece of the banner right on that spot. Me and
the 2 volunteers who were in command of hanging the banner investigated the
mystery goo. They touched it, smeared it between their fingers and smelled it
but it had no distinguishing scent, so I took a finger tip full said a quick
prayer that it wasn’t pesticide and tasted it. It was honey. It was weak and
full of debris but it was honey and my next thought was, “please dear god don’t
let me have a bee hive in the wall.” So out I went and on to the roof of the
adjoining building to search for an entrance to a hive. Nothing. The mystery
continued. Until the building owner stopped in.
Like most of the country Wisconsin has been suffering a heat
wave. Well it turns out that a few years back the building did in fact have a
bee infestation. The bees had found a hole in the brick exterior and decided
between the walls was a great place for a hive. The owner was unclear as to
whether he poisoned the bees or just blocked up the hive entrance or what
really, but what he didn’t do was tear the brick wall open and remove them. So
after a week of over 100 degree weather what probably happened was that the wax
combs holding the honey started to melt and the honey seeped out, finding a
tiny hole in the studio ceiling where it meets the wall and started flowing.
I’ve cleaned the honey line up a few times now but it’s
still flowing. I guess like some things it just needs to run its course. Then I’ll
wash up the line, touch up the paint and get back to running mine. Whatever
course that is… of course.
