The yoga teacher tells us to devote today's practice to the special ones in our lives that have departed from this world.
A wince from within my throat and a stirring in my soul remind me of the recent loss of a dear friend. I say to myself I don't have time to think about it, too many people need me, I can't fall apart.
She tells us to inhale and exhale and she coaches us through each pose. I have to keep my face calm. Grief and peace come over me like oil and water.
We twist and squeeze, we keep breathing. I remember how most times I feel less alone - like it is almost easier for him to be near me in his new form.
He watches from a parallel plane - helping with life's difficult poses.