In the long dark nights of winter I woke early and went into my studio to meditate, do yoga. Hours would pass and the emptiness remained in my soul. It paralleled the the cold outside my door -54.
Then one day I dropped to the floor and listened to my body as it led me through pose after pose. I began to feel the qui running through my body reminding me that I had not died, I just needed to climb out of the cave I was in for so long. The hurt and disfigurement of my physiological and spiritual being was coming alive. I could sing, dance, paint, it was all coming back.
And so was were my thoughts of him. I can only be grateful. how else would all this have come about.
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