Abracadabra Authenticity

Abracadabra Authenticity

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“So yoga’s not your thing. Cool. What DO you love?”
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He’s gruff. Prickly. His demeanor as lackluster and muted as his fading blue-collar uniform. Our normal interaction consists of mere grunts – each more inconvenient than the last. Every week I attempt to initiate a conversation with this beleaguered security guard. Just now I’ve invited him to my yoga class. This proposal, it appears, is an even more distasteful suggestion than my ordinary salutation and shot of optimism. Tonight he punctuates each sentence with a scoff and world-weary sigh
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He starts to interrupt, but unswayed, I continue.
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“It doesn’t have to be exercise-related. What, in all the world, makes you light up? What are you most passionate about?”
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And then. A pause. His brow un-furrows. I witness him inhale, then exhale. Deeply. In one breath and thought his entire countenance softens. Everything in his physical body relaxes
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“Family. I love my family. When all of us get together. It’s not very often. Hell, it’s never often enough. But that. I love all of us in one room. I love being with them.”
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We make eye contact. For the first time, we truly see one another. For the first time, we are breathing the same oxygen.
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The security guard has let down his guard.
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Unshackled from the jangling of keys on his belt, the white noise feedback from a two-way radio dimmed and forgotten. All that remains is a straight one-way broadcast to what really matters:
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Breathing together, hearts wide open, we both stand vulnerable and unabashedly human. Standing in the air-conditioned lobby of a high-rise corporate office building we are two souls connected. No longer defended and wary. Former protector of walls, now bold stewards of souls, each fortress dismantled. Present to this precious moment, connected to each other and the spirit of our families
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We share a smile and laugh together. He gives me swipe-access granted entry: unlocking the doors. But as I unroll my mat it’s my heart that feels the most open of all. Access-code-authenticity? Or maybe just a splash of abracadabra authenticity 
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It’s the best yoga class of my month.

Joy beams and good juju!

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