Many years  ago, Cece wrote a poem called “The Reunion.”  The poem spoke about the parched earth and the river and how, at points in the river , it dried up to a trickle.   All were yearning for rain.   Here is part of that poem:

“”….The river herself

Is joyous

As she is reunited

With her other half

Who had been

Separated

For oh too long

By a reef of sand……

And I,   as I

Encounter

know that this river

is me.

A reunion

is occurring.

The selves of the self

Are embracing

We are joyous

We are whole

We are one.”

This is precisely how Cece felt tonight as she took her first yoga class in 2 years…she has not practiced yoga since the shoulder injury from the car accident.

In yoga, there is a term called “avidya”   which means veiled  or clouded thinking.  It is a term that is used to call our attention to beliefs that we hold to be true…but perhaps are not true.  It calls us to look at things from different perspectives and to see things from various angles…to challenge them to see if what we believe to be true HAS to be true….

Years ago, yoga saved Cece’s life.  It taught her to confront the ideas she held about her physical , spiritual and emotional self…and her ideas about food and eating…and helped her to get off the couch and become a more healthy active and well rounded person.   It helped her to get more balance in her life.

So tonight, Cece began again… the practice of yoga.   She entered the

Atmabodh Yoga  Studio of Anil Poovadan….in Bernalillo and smelled something delicious cooking!  She felt comforted and right at home.

Later,  as she was adjusted in trikonasana, she felt and breathed in that new perspective…and breathed in that new breath…her eyes opened wide….her body started humming…and she got a little high from all the extra oxygen that she was putting into her system!

As she drove home from class, she was not surprised when she started to cry.  Yoga always opens her up…it makes the river flow….the blood flow…the breath to  breathe again…it makes what seems so impossible…possible….it makes what we cannot attain…attainable….

Each one of us can have a different way  to find a  ”home that we belong”  in.  It is worthy of rejoicing  when we find the one that opens our heart and mind to the greater world and reunites us with our own  true self.  Tears are worthy of shedding… as are  our  old beliefs.

“Bye for Now”  from The Two Whos

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