Everywhere you go, there you are
As 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.