I went back to school. I studied English and Philosophy. I graduated with a 4.0. I met my partner. In him, I found the sweetness I have needed. He is an essential source of wisdom and support. I have been healing. I have been teaching. My students are my inspiration. Their awesome strength and beauty strikes me speechless every day. I have done my practice. It has served me. I have matured beyond feeling the Ashtanga method as a burden. This has freed more time and energy for things that really matter. As a result, my life has flowered. I see opportunities in all directions. I am grounded, I am hopeful, and I am largely unafraid.
But winter is far from over. This weekend, I will fly home to meet my family and attend my sister's wedding. I will breathe deeply all the way there, and all the way back. In between the travel, I will surely sob and gasp, and watch the young ones promise their lives to one another as the early sunset of these shortest days, framed by wall-to-ceiling windows, falls just beyond the lovers' eager smiles. I will reflect on my first love and feel all the pain and disappointment, and hope they learn their lessons far more gently than I did. There is a certain darkness to winter weddings. One feels stiff and heavy, and hopes the brightness in the lovers' eyes will last well into spring.
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