Everywhere you go, there you are
Thursday, July 2nd, 2009As we did our yoga class to Michael Jackson, we were supposed to be keeping our path in full surround sound view. What I could think about is my mother and how in stubbornly clinging to an image of how I want things to be, I’m missing out on what is. A lot of times when I am fed up with her, I console myself for not going over there by saying that she never went to see her mother who was only an hour away, so why should I go see her when she is twenty minutes away.
But today, in my advertising frame on mind that I was in, looking down at my yoga mat and visualizing my path, I thought I’m not my mother.
So tomorrow, I’ll take Loca, the clown, and go visit and I will just breathe my way through any judgments that arise and try to enjoy my visit and hopefully, she will enjoy it as well.