How time passes...it has been 9 months since my last posting. Time is boundless...it can't be stopped and I no longer try to fight it. It just is.
The flowers at the top of this page are a part of a memory - a space in time. They were a surprise at a junction that wasn't anticipated or planned. It was during their blooming that I became a yoga teacher. At their "home" was the beginning of my teaching....my Elyria home. For three years, I watched them creep slowly from their roots, climbing the trellises. Expanding their leafiness and finally showing their pure and abundant blossoms. Parallel to my journey. As I taught one class, then another, in my home, in Avon Lake, In Lorain....moving one step at time to hundreds of classes, dozens of students - relationships born of time spent together. Beautiful people brought together, seeking spiritual and physical healing. Woven together like beautiful blossoms. Life fulfilled like an September vine.
Tonight, I sit at another space in time. Trusting the steps I've taken. Blossoms left behind. New experiences molding my heart and mind. Life merging....new me emerging.
And time marches on. It can't be stopped. It is beautiful.