Every once in a while something magical happens and the lines link up, and all sorts of connections get activated. I was recently reading Margaret Roach's excellent blog, A Way to Garden. Actually, I think of it as a web magazine. Margaret has a new book coming out; it is about moving from her busy city life as an editor to the solitude of a country house and garden. The title alone, And I Shall Have Some Peace There, is beautiful. She was writing about a new friend, someone she met kismetly (if I may), a writer named Katrina Kenison. Katrina also has a new book out called The Gift of An Ordinary Day. As you can imagine, the title piqued my interest. So did Katrina's video, which has become the most viewed book-related YouTube posting. It is quite moving--treat yourself to eight minutes of pleasure.
I wrote to Margaret to thank her for introducing a new writer. Katrina saw that, and then saw my Edith Pearlman post, and wrote to me, because it turns out she was the editor of The Best American Short Stories series, in which she included Edith Pearlman. Then Leslie Brunetta wrote to say that Edith Pearlman had been the one to help her and her partner get an agent for their wondrous book on spiders. Naturally, emails have been flying back and forth.
Meantime, I have started taking yoga classes more seriously, part of my new year resolutions. It is just too cold and icy to take long walks. I have loved doing yoga for decades, but I always drop it and then wonder why, if something makes me feel so good, I don't keep going back for more...? I got to my class, and there was my old friend Laura Jacobs, the author of two wonderful novels, The Bird Catcher and Women About Town, as well as extraordinary essays on ballet. In The Bird Catcher, Laura writes about taxidermy as if it were a meditation technique. She's amazing. I know, I know, our shelves are already groaning with books. But I love being surrounded with unread books; they are a hedge against the end of time.
We lay our mats down side by side and stretched and bent and practically growled into our cat poses. Soon I felt like we were five year olds in kindergarten, crouched under our desks, honing our bomb survival skills. Child's pose does that to me every time. So does Happy Baby. (Who thought up these names?)
So there I was in down dog, one of my favorite poses, along with corpse pose...when I suddenly thought, hey, I could become a yoga instructor. We need people who can teach our older bodies--we simply don't move the way we did when we were twenty. I don't, anyway. I think my friends Zoe and Caroline still do, but that's another story.
I got back to find an email from Katrina saying that she was about to launch herself into a big adventure, as if publishing a book weren't enough. She's going to Kripalu to take classes to certify as a yoga instructor. I just love it when the stars line up in such a way that a new constellation of acquaintances sparkle into our lives.