This MOTHER is approaching a birthday. (My last post was in celebration of the reward of life to Haim Steinbach) I am recovering from an intense reintroduction of my body back into the practice that makes me a devoted life LOVER the practice of yogansana. After a three week hiatus from that limb I want to say that I am grateful for the strength that the practice has given me. In times of transformation death rebirth etc it is a blessing to be able to stand firm and survive the storm so to speak.
Last weekend I went back to Oyster Bay and the family home of my dear friends. I hadn’t been there for at least a year or 2 and so much had changed. The house has been renovated or lets say lived in enough to now know who it wants to be. And the women who were with me are so accomplished that I felt at moments like a child. But I know life isn’t a competition and yogasana has a way of evening out all inequalities. I came away feeling even more rooted in my own life, self study and organic nature than ever, inspired by everyone especially those that are lead to the study of the magic of yoga.
Noticing the change is an artform and in this case nature exposes it dramatically. I fell in love with the trees which are noticeably fewer most of them toppled by the hurricane. The LOVER noticed how the trees seemed to support the remnants of the past holding leaning and balancing each other like memories.