I remember being at San Francisco airport and wanting to buy a cup of coffee. I went to this little cafe and said hi to the girl behind the counter. I saw she was crying. In stead of asking for a coffee I asked her what was wrong.
'I am sorry,' she said. 'I am going to close now for half an hour.'
'What's the matter?' I asked.
'I just had a really bad customer,' she said.
I didn't need to get the details. I just got it. A bad customer.
In the Mysore Class yogi's sometimes cry. It is because they are reminded of a bad customer? Is it frustration about an asana? Is it the release of tension? This all is possible. Maybe one day I will do back bending, the real ones. I am sure this will create such anxiety and therefor relief, that tears will flow, I just know. But that's in the future. In the now, I went grocery shopping this morning. It was still quiet outside, not many people were outside. In the store a young guy stood before me in line. When I cycled back home, I saw him again. Out the same time we smiled at each other. I saw what we both were thinking: What a nice morning it is and what a great feeling to be up this early and enjoy the peace and quiet. I could feel the love. It made me cry.