Had a very sad and strange practice yesterday. When I walked in I learned from my teacher that her best friend, one of my "yoga girls" from teacher training, was found dead the other day of apparent suicide. My teacher was, of course, devastated, and really couldnapos;t teach. How can you possibly make sense of your best friendapos;s suicide? I was greatly saddened, too; the last time I saw this�young woman�was in the spring, and she looked healthier and happier than she ever had since Iapos;d met her. Her energy was so contagious that I ended up in a better mood that day for having said hello to her.
My teacher had us do half a yoga mala (54 sun salutations) at our own speed, in honor/memory of her friend, and then lead a short meditation at the end.�She was pretty strong to have been able to give even that much format to the class. I couldnapos;t get into my body or my practice at all because of the situation, and stopped a few times when I was really not focused instead of risking a broken toe on a jump-through.
This is a lousy way to start up posting on this blog after a few months of non-posting, but sadly itapos;s the only yoga-related "stuff" Iapos;ve had to talk about lately. Still been going more or less once a week, but my practice is all but non-existant at this point, and I feel like shit because of that. Doing the sun salutations yesterday made me realize that I feel completely disconnected with my body, and my goal for the upcoming month is to rediscover that connection and move back home into this body Iapos;ve been given. Itapos;s not by any means a wonderful body, but it is mine. Ironic how someoneapos;s chosing to give up on their body, their life, lead me to feel this way.
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