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on being vulnerable and open

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Blogging has once again slowed to a crawl. Between fits of writing (both poetry and prose) and shooting the odd photo when I am awed by my surroundings, I also fulfill other functions: single-parent mothering, full time office working, part time (and very novice) yogining, friend being (to many, far and wide, and close), and occasional knitting. (That Hogwartz/Gryffindor scarf is creeping along slowly.) And soon to be (officially) a divorcée. Weird, this final severing. Such a huge chunk of my life tied in to this now defunct part of who I was and identified with, still searching to pick up the threads of where “I” left off and veered off from so long ago, in order to reclaim myself.

My ex-husband has been in a relationship with someone for quite some time now, and yet I continue to be alone in my life. Not because I don’t wish to share it with another, but because I wish to share it with the right person, and we just haven’t met yet. I also continue to nurse past hurts; it is surprising to me how long they take to heal. I wonder, sometimes, if they heal better when you let them show and share them with others, allowing them to be loved away. Still, I can’t seem to do that yet, even though I long to be able to do so, to be able to open my heart again to another.

I am happy, though, in this simplicity. Each time I look around me I appreciate what I have, the beauty that I see, in nature and in those whose lives cross with mine. I see kindness and humour and fearless vulnerability. And love. I am blessed.

Oooooommmmm… excuse me!

Oh my… what a time I had at my first yoga class last night. I invited a couple of my coworkers to join me in a beginner class over at The Yoga Shakti Wellness Center. I managed to follow along with the asanas quite well, and then, in the child pose, I passed gas. I was mortified, but when the giggles started, first from my two friends and then the fellow who was next to us, I collapsed in gales of laughter and it took about ten minutes to recompose myself enough to attempt the asanas again. The fellow came over at the end of the class to thank me for making him laugh so hard… he said that it had been months since he’s laughed. The teacher also reassured me that this was an entirely normal occurrence, and it meant that the yoga was doing its job. *phew!* Next time let it be someone else providing the comic relief to the back end of the room. (pun intended)

I really enjoyed the very last part of the class, when we got to zone out and then end with a meditation. The instructor chanted a mantra (that I didn’t recognize) but I’m now curious about how they select the mantras to use during the meditation portion.

Oy! I’m muscle sore today, a little, but I think I’ll be able to return for a follow up session on Thursday… hopefully my bowels will not betray me! Namaste!