After a nearly 6 week hiatus, and some seriously depressing afternoons/late nights I’m finally back doing yoga. While my body is on fire with lactic acid, I am more relaxed and calm than I have been a very long time. Just don’t make me laugh. It hurts!
I thought about these words I wrote almost a year ago now, and its amazing how much insight I did not realize I had then. They were written for a throw away paper, but my teacher loved them.
I am so glad Patrick came into my life. I needed him when I found him, and I needed his gift of yoga even more.
Written October 2009:
“This is now my third semester of Yoga. I say third because I was very disciplined in going to class during the summer time, and here I am again in the fall. I know that everything in life happens for a reason. I have had an extremely hard year both academically and personally and in those times that I needed it most Yoga was /is always there for me. I may miss a class here and there, or not go as steady as I’d like to, but yoga is always there for me. She is always waiting with open arms, never with a rebuke when I have strayed too long. My body may protest if I have, but yoga is always there, and will always be there.”
Amen, and Namaste!
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