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.
Wow - what a beautiful way to remember a friend "helping with life's difficult poses." That's powerful!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Michelle, beautiful way to remember a friend!
ReplyDeleteTrue emotions come through this writing. Thanks for sharing today.
ReplyDeleteI love this Rob. Thanks for sharing your heart. Love to you...
ReplyDeleteRob,
ReplyDelete"I wince from within my throat" --- strong words. I know how difficult it can be. Sometimes in life we need an angel, and I'm betting you have one right beside you all the time.
Love ya,
Cathy
Thank you for your comments. I was afraid I might be oversharing on this one.
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