My last entry ended with a photograph of a giant drippy nostril. I was readying to write about the silliness and the challenge of teaching and doing yoga with a cold during my “7 Days and Nights in Yoga Land” explorations.
Alas, as fate would have it, Super Storm Sandy had something else in mind:
And this. Sigh.
And this?! Whaat?
That tree is hovering where I sat every morning. Musing about dripping noses and RRY-isms. FB-ing. Organizing. Working. Archiving. Creating Calm in a Chaotic World. My desk – made of solid wood – is no where to be found. It has vanished into dumpster food. Ironically, just prior to the drippy nose entry, I wrote about the various mud piles and trenches and other uglies of our yard project getting in the way of my Enlightenment. I think someone or something wanted to drive a point home – All Things Are Temporary.
My archives, lyrics, cds, dvs, tapes – “Saved” from the other room, pre storm. That didn’t work so well because the tree decided to gauge a hole through 3 rooms.
The cats enjoyed this hole in the ceiling. It allowed them easy access to the outside, where they climbed the tree all day long and perched on branches. I think they thought this was the best thing that ever happened to them.
When the 90′ tall, 100 year-old Oak Tree fell, I was standing in front of the stove, mom was next to the breakfast bar, and Ira was in front of the sink. We’re still not quite sure why Ira wasn’t impaled by that branch sticking through the wall over the sink. Ceiling dry wall and/or a section of a large branch hit me hard on the head, as I fell to the floor, and Ira was badly bruised (we found out later) in several places on his torso. We both had minor scratches and cuts. Just in case, we took a harrowing midst of the storm trip to the (thankfully) nearby Nyack Hospital. First responders led us through our neighbor’s yard under huge fallen trees, and in insanely whipping winds. It was terrifying being out in the thick of it. But we made it.
As Ira waited with me to get a CAT scan, we met members of another family from nearby Pearl River, who also had a tree fall on them while they were all watching TV in their living room. They were not so lucky. Their father died from his injuries and the mother and sister were seriously injured. Ira and I looked at one another in that moment with tears in our eyes. I knew then that we would be OK. No matter what was in front of us, we had one another. And Mom.
Smiling Buddha beacon of light that she is. She was miraculously unharmed. Not even a scratch.
That’s my brother Nik with her at her home in Palisades, NY during the ensuing week or so of no power.
So in summary. When literally the ceiling falls on your head – and your family – causing you to hug the floor and close your eyes – and a giant Oak Tree branch is perilously close to where your beloved was just standing, let’s just say the old adage of “gaining a new perspective” has never seemed less cliche and more real.
This is only the beginning of many entries devoted to this incident, my resulting state of mind, and all the related adventures and challenges. I hope you’ll stay tuned in to this journey.
Not only will I be coming back to my yoga and meditation practice and study with new energy (Just started a Meditation Teacher training in NYC at Integral Yoga Institute with Cyndi Lee), but we just secured the contractor for all the repairs including a kitchen gut and total reno. I can’t wait to keep you posted on everything mind, body and design. I may even have some video footage of demo and rebuild (RRY-TV exclusives!) Watch out HGTV!. 😉
In the mean time-check this out: I’ll be debuting my first Yoga/Arts Workshop at the glorious new Community/Arts/Yoga gathering space, Union Center Arts in Sparkill, NY. Saturday January 26th 2-4pm, in the beautiful 2nd Floor Quincy Hall:
Ahhhh….Doesn’t just looking at that wide open space make you breathe a little deeper and feel inspired?
Creativity Flow Workshop 1/26/13, 2-4pm, Only $10!