One morning
during savasana in yoga, we laid on our mats for the final few minutes of class
in silence. During this quiet meditation, I could feel Ryan’s energy enter my
body, wrapping me in an embrace. It was unexpected and soothing and a reminder
of how much how much I missed him. As the seconds ticked into minutes, I could
feel the lump in my throat building. I could feel him all around me, soaking
into my skin and melting down into my heart. My emotions started to surface and
tears rolled down my checks.
The teacher
rang the three bells, signaling the end of class and summoning us back from
deep relaxation to the present. I gently moved my fingers and toes, bringing
awareness back into my limbs. I wondered if the other yogis felt the strong
presence of Ryan, a love so deep that it moved me to tears.
The other
people in the class were moving around, picking up their yoga mats and leaving
the room. I looked over at Shawnee and she was staring back at me.
“I felt
him. He was here, wasn’t he,” she said quietly, tears welling up in her eyes. I
nodded yes in response. “I didn’t know
Ryan, but I am honored to get to know him through you.”
I took a
deep breath, acknowledging the strength and wisdom that having someone so near
to you die is now a part of my everyday existence. I moved off my yoga mat and
rolled it up in a tight coil, thankful for that moment and thankful that I will
never forget how much he means to me.
2 comments:
That is incredible. I adore moments like that. Isn't it interesting that during yoga or massage or quiet times of relaxation or meditation- we can be SO moved. It's like an energy release. Sometimes an energy build. Amazing what the soul can do and feel...
Hugs to you!
Sarah
www.thinfluenced.com
I love your depth and that you have such solid connection with who and where you are. I love you Cuz.
Mark
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