Talk Without Speaking

Despite the frustrations of the day a yin class, the first of this crazy challenge, has left me in a peaceful state. Such a very different type of class. Just like planting used to be, it strikes me that this is more a mental challenge than a physical one.

And even though there are some lasting challenges there are moments of pure joy as well. Like curling my arm behind my head to find her toe there and intertwine my fingers there. Like when I turn around and see her looking at me, her hair flows down over her shoulders and I am completely caught in that moment. One of those hundreds of frozen memories that so often coincide with our parting moments; I am glad that this is not one of them. Like that first and last moments of the day when the edge of my consciousness relishes being in her energy and I feel so grateful. And even though I know she will read this it doesn’t in any way lessen the power of my feelings. This is my truth and I couldn’t tell it any other way.