The left side of the road was lined with the harsh shades of black. The right side was littered with every happy color the eye can see.
A Megadeath concert at the Rialto. An evening with Sianna Sherman at YO. Talk about yin and yang.
Basically, this meant - good luck finding parking.
I was very excited to step onto my mat and spend two hours thinking of nothing except giving my body and mind exactly what it needed. An escape. A mini vacation from the thoughts of hospitals and doctors and, well, reality. Oh was I ever ready.
The moon was full, it was Hanuman's birthday, and Bronwin filled the room with melodies.
The theme of the class was Devotion in Motion. Perfect, sign me up and let me go.
And then it happened. Sianna said heart. And not only one time. She wove the word into more sentences than I thought possible. For two hours I heard that word. Over and over. The only word that I wanted to avoid.
But here is the thing that surprised me the most.
I listened to her heart spilling words of devotion. Her tales of the little monkey. How wind can be the breath from our heart. I stopped hearing the word heart as a clinical term, and felt is as is truly should be. I let the last two weeks fall behind me and relished in a space that was comforting, nourishing, and safe.
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