In the meantime, a lot has happened. The lawn has been re-sodded. I’ve taught
class. Gone to class. Worked. Talked. Ate. Ran errands. Proof of each exists in my house and planner.
The details of all these actions, though, are lost to me. As the days slipped by unnoticed, I did and accomplished everything I
was supposed to. But what did I eat? Which Target did I go to? And what was the lady’s name I met outside
the store?
I didn’t even realize how scattered, how ungrounded I was
until I pulled in the driveway this morning and slowed the car to a stop. As
the engine cut, a realization flooded through me, bringing with it a little
uprising of panic.
Wait. How did I get
here so fast? Did I pause at that stop sign? Did I even brake at the red light
before turning right?
It’s unnerving, the epiphany that your body’s been going
through the motions of life on its own. That you're living and doing without knowing.
All the moments I missed—no matter how big,
small, beautiful or mundane—are and were part of the nectar of life. And
because I was not present, they are lost to me. Gone. Yes, in the past, but not even available to be called upon to
help me learn or grow.
Why share all this? Because yoga means "yoke." Union
between body and mind.
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