Wednesday Night

[shaneywaney]

Well, today after my psychology class I ran into my yoga teacher (again). Psych is in a miscellaneous classroom on the second story of the gym because they haven't finished the new building yet, so it seems like every time going or coming from class I run into my yoga teacher. Since I have yoga on the days alternating from psych, I've been seeing her about everyday I go. Today I finally stopped to talk to her more than just saying hello. I told her I had really been touched by what she shared with us at the beginning of symester, by informing the class with tearful eyes that she lost her husband this year, and that things were hard for her but that she needed yoga, and she needed all of us. I tried to tell her thank you for offering such a wonderful class but I just lost myself. My eyes just burst into tears and I kept gasping for breath in order to tell her that I lost my dad this year too and that yoga has been the first thing of somethings I've done for myself. And she hugged me and asked if he spent a lot of time in the hospital when I told her he had been sick. When I told her he had been at home, she asked if I got to say the things to him that I needed to say. The answer is yes.

Then she went on to tell me that her husband died unexpectedly. Of course she misses him, but she said what hurt the most was that she never got the chance to say the things she needed to say to him. And it about broke my heart.

But in those few minutes she revealed so much to me.
That was my absolute blessing of today.