Imagine a group of totally blissed-out, happy folk. Can you see them? Maybe they’re relaxing by the beach, rocking out at a concert or stretched out in bed. They’re definitely not sitting by a gate at the airport waiting for their delayed flight.
Airports tend to be super stress-filled locations – too much hustling, bustling and people wishing that they were anywhere else.
I’ve had this crazy idea for a while and – last Monday – I finally worked up the guts to put my idea into action.
10:30 am: I walk around to eight different airport gates, announcing that there will be a group stretch class in the open space by A43 in 15 minutes. “If you’re thinking about coming, you should. It’s going to be awesome!”
10:45 am: I announce once more that the class is about to begin. Three or four women trickle over and I begin focusing everyone on their breath.
10:50 am: The crowd gets bigger as we begin to stretch our upper bodies. I notice seniors participating from their seats and some teenagers whipping out their cell phones to get this on video. (I don’t have any photos – sorry!)
11 am: The class is 30+ and growing. We get to the end of the class where I share the importance of laugher and ask the group to join me in a moment of larger than life, totally silly belly laughter. The group erupts in hysterics – mostly from watching me make a fool of myself – and we close the class a couple of minutes later with a few moments of meditation.
I was slightly terrified in the minutes leading up to the class (“God, what have I done? I could have just been sitting here reading…”), but the natural high that I experienced following the class was unreal. The artificial barriers separating this group of 30+ people was broken down, even if only for 15 minutes, and all left with smiles on their faces and breathing deep.
I did it!
posted by ayo