She has been a swami ever since I can remember, probably since not long after she had had 3 small children. While the third was a couple of weeks old and had been born prem and was still in hospital her young husband died in a boat accident. Gone.
She never remarried. She was a school teacher, one you wish every child had. yoga at the start of each day.
She has just turned 70 and she teaches yoga to the very young through to the oldies.
She has really lived her life, still living her life to a beautiful tune. She built this house over 30 years ago, and at its center this window sits, where it views the turning of the earth. Clouds slide across its view, raindrops fall gently on it, and the sun blisters its heat onto it.
Today while I was supposed to be doing my yoga nidra relaxation I could not take my eyes off it. watching the world spin, putting me in a spin, trying to make sense of this world.
I have a privileged life. I do. But I wont compare myself to the less fortunate to make myself feel better.
I wont say I am lucky, look at my life. Using their heartache to make me FEEL better for my life.
We have no idea what is around the corner for any of us at any moment. Their are children dying of horrible things in this world, on our earth, while we lie and watch it spin.
What I will do is not abuse my privileges. I hold and cuddle my children. I adore them. But they are the same as children all over this earth, no more special than any other child.
we are all children of this earth.
within a blink our life can change, within a blink it can be gone.
within a blink it can be lived.