A little story... In the past, when I was at yoga class and the teacher suggested that we set an intention, my M.O. was to either ignore it or if I was feeling a little more compliant, my “go to intention” was to try to be more “in the moment.” My rational for that being that I seem to forget so much in my chaotic world, that if I could focus on each moment, I might remember more—simple and functional. Then I found myself at Hill Crest Day School/Orphanage in Arusha, Tanzania. Remembering moments became the difference between me returning to Wyoming and chalking up my experience as just one more adventure; or returning and remembering those moments well enough to want to make sure those kids didn’t have to be hungry any more. On the day, we offered more porridge to a hungry five-year old girl and she didn’t understand what “more” was, I knew that I needed to imprint that moment in my soul. The first day that we provided a weekend meal for the most hungry neighborhood kids and three year old Junior couldn’t stop eating—I thought he might vomit, but he just ran off and played after eating more than you can imagine—I wanted to remember that moment. The gratitude I felt after seeing what sort of mischief a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich can fuel in a listless kiddo, I didn’t want to forget. I wanted those moments to imprint my viscera. This is how I practiced yoga in Tanzania….I barely came to the mat for asana (maybe a couple of times). I looked at, poured over, and explored the gut feelings of moments. I am so glad that I, at least now and then, set an intention when yoga teachers suggested it. I had practiced. And I do remember.
The satisfaction I get from helping this wonderful cause is indescribable. Helping these kids is on my mind every day. This will happen to anyone who joins Judi in her mission.