Caught in the Rain: A Lesson in Presence, Beauty, and Breath
Last week, something magical happened.
One of the little joys that nourishes my soul is walking with my husband and our pup, Wednesday. These walks—simple, grounding, and sweet—are like small rituals that bring me back to myself. But last week, one of these walks turned into something far more than a routine.
We got caught in the rain.
Now, I wasn’t prepared—let’s be honest, I never am. At first, it was just a few shy droplets. But then came more. Before I knew it, we were in a steady downpour, and Wednesday and I instinctively picked up the pace. I turned to my husband and said something along the lines of, “We have to get home.”
That’s when he stopped me—quite literally and spiritually. He looked at me, standing there in the rain, soaked and smiling, and said:
"What’s the hurry? When was the last time you got caught in the rain? When was the last time you smelled the smell of rain? When are you going to be able to be caught in the rain again? When are you going to be able to smell the rain smell again?"
I froze. Not from the chill of the rain, but from the truth of his words.
So I stopped. Right there. And for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to just be in it. I took a deep breath, my clothes damp and clinging, my hair wet and wild, and I let myself feel it all.
The shimmer of raindrops like silver on the pavement.
The earthy, nostalgic scent of fresh rain wrapping around me.
The way the drops kissed my face—refreshing, alive, holy.
That moment cracked something open in me.
One of the things I cherish most about my husband is his way of seeing the world. He has this beautiful, steady ability to notice the magic tucked into ordinary moments. Since being with him, I’ve found my own eyes softening, widening, learning to seek beauty in the everyday, in the uncomfortable, in the unplanned.
This week in class—and even behind the chair—I’m inviting us all into that same awareness.
What if, instead of rushing from one pose to the next… we paused?
What if, instead of immediately backing away from discomfort, we stayed just a breath longer?
What if we found that “rainstorm,” that challenging edge—and didn’t run from it, but stood still in it, and breathed?
This is the magic I want to explore with you this week:
Finding beauty and presence in the in-between.
Finding comfort in discomfort.
Letting the moment be enough.
Because who knows when the next time the universe will whisper, “Now is the time to grow,” and offer you a sacred invitation—wrapped in rain, or stillness, or a pose you’d rather exit?
If you feel called to join me this week—to breathe, to explore, to maybe even get metaphorically soaked—I’d love to see you.
This Week’s Schedule
🌀 Thursday Behind the Chair – A few openings from 10–3
🌈 Thursday 4:30 PM Queer Flow – Free/Donation-Based
🔥 Friday Noon Vinyasa – Come move and sweat with intention
💇♀️ Friday Behind the Chair – Openings from 2–6
🌙 Sunday 1:30 PM Yin Yoga – Deep rest and release
Let’s meet ourselves in the rain.
Let’s find the beauty that’s already here.
See you soon,
❤️ Aza
