Life...and the Power of Yoga

First off: Happy Birthday, Cate!

She's off to a roaring time in her 30s. I predict we're reading and commenting on her recently-published memoirs before her next 30 are done.

As for me....well, thank God for Yoga's ability to cleanse my heart and mind during less jubilant days, especially those of a particularly sorrowful anniversary. While many of my set are enjoying a late bloom into thirty/flirty/thriving, I'm fighting off an early frost threatening to result in a permanent wilt. Jane understands, of course, and so I quote:

No second attachment, the only thoroughly natural, happy, and sufficient cure
at her time of life, had been possible to the nice tone of her mind, the
fastidiousness of her taste, in the small limits of the society around
them...she began now to have the anxiety which borders on hopelessness
for...being tempted, by some man of talents and independence, to enter a state
for which she held her to be peculiarly fitted by her warm affections and
domestic habits.

However, today's yoga class rejuvenated my body and my spirits a bit. At Yoga Today, you can nmow find really great hour-long classes FOR FREE every day. The teachers are excellent albeit a little camera shy. I love that streaming classes permit ALL people access to the benefits of yoga. I only hope it helps a few others as much as it does me.


To celebrate the day that I lost so much of myself through foolishness and a refusal to see the truth, I share a little Reba singing the song that I discovered about this time last year. A better summary could never be written:



I don't really know what to say on the topic. Because of HIM I know who I am. But I don't know what I am. I know what I want. But I don't know why I want it. I know what it's like to be hurt on every level...I know what the women in the support groups and shelters are really going through and I love and hate that knowledge. Because of him...my body is not my own anymore. My mind is not always a safe haven. The world shatters and barely contains all that I feel and experience on bad days as well as rejoices a bit more on the good days.

And I'm a whole lot better off for it. The first year is over. It's supposed to get a whole lot better now.