I think that I have been in the eye of a hurricane for the past few days......and emotional hurricane, and it made landfall today. You know in a yoga class, that if people are crying during the first five minutes of breath work,
hearts have been opened. It really is not that emotional most of the time, but sometimes the gates open and the good and the bad flood.
It is rare for anger to rear its head in a yoga class, but it did today. Anger, fear and great sadness washed over like tidal waves and I think I came close to drowning. I had about two hours of sleep last night, and actually this whole week, sleep has been fretful. I have kept my head above water, but today......wow, it was difficult.
Lots of sickness with my friends and family this week, some are doing well and others not so well, but we are hanging on.
Yoga does trigger release, and that is what happened today in my classes. Usually I am very strong, I can take the storms, but today, I was fragile. On the outside, I know that I appeared strong and calm, but honestly on the inside, I just wanted to come home, curl up and pull the covers over my head. This too shall pass. Bedtime will be early tonight, my bed calls like a siren on the rocks of the shore, beckoning with promises that I hope tonight will be fulfilled.
Storms rage daily, and the winds bring change......I hope the change that comes after today's storm is good.
I am bruised and battered, and it was nothing personal, just circumstance. I believe the sun will shine on me tomorrow, and a gentle breeze will blow, Good night, Sweet dreams.