It’s Easter. I attended my last final meeting for Personal Revolution. I felt ready to share my stories, but I didn’t, and halfway through the hour I remembered this day March 31 was the last day- nine years ago- I saw my father before he passed. It was hard not to cry in front of everyone. I was closed off- not just ready. however, I did cry my way through the 75-minute yoga class. my classmates sensed my sorrow and silently supported me while we breathed. together.
So grateful to have my REACH.