Thirteen Days

Scattered and happy, I haven’t been writing much. It has been thirteen days since my last post. Yoga this morning was peaceful, invigorating and educational. This young yogi is not your typical instructor. She doesn’t look or act the part. But she delivers. She chants, has you hold poses longer than you think possible (sometimes longer than is possible) and talks about heavy stuff that she effortlessly infuses in conversation throughout her hour and a half class.

She gets what I wrote my memoir about. Death, and how awareness and compassion can teach us how to live. “Have your goals” she says, “but remember to live your life in accordance with your values as you move toward reaching them. Bring peace into your life outside this studio, every day.”

She’s surprisingly wise for a person so young (20’s) and I find her funny, engaging, approachable. Today after class I walked up to her, threw my arms around her in an embrace, and stood there. I am a hugger. It grounds me, particularly when the embrace is returned, no hurry, no sense of moving past it, just the two of us there, with it, in it, sharing energy and space.

My energy mingles well with hers. You know how you just know, with certain people, that it’s working. Smooth, effortless, amicable, combining. Two different people, sharing a space, comfortable in their own skin.

We inhaled breaths filled with white light from the crown of our heads to the base of our spines – inspiration. We exhaled white light that expanded into every cell within our bodies – transformation.

One leaves peaceful. One leaves clear. One leaves connected. 

Namaste.

 

About wendykarasin

I am complicated and seeking - joy and sorrow, country and city, competition and cooperation. After behavior of a gregarious nature, I require down time to refuel. My loves are children, family, friends, reading, writing, blogging, fitness, and health. I feel most alive when I stay true to my core values. Beauty makes me happy, pain helps me grow.
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7 Responses to Thirteen Days

  1. Wow, the way you ended this post was sheer poetry in motion! And yes, I do know that feeling where two people just click. It’s palpable. It’s the same when you detect that you’re a real mismatch with somone’s “chemistry.” (not talking sexual here) There’s no manufacturing it – – it’s either there or it isn’t, right from the start.

  2. gjoelfranco says:

    Energy at its best! Great post!
    Namaste

  3. wendykarasin says:

    It certainly felt so to me, gjoelfranco, Thanks for reading and commenting..

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