Relationship: Yoga at the Marriott Spa: Ponte Vedra, FL: February 17, 2016.

Rilke said, “For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation." And it all starts right here in the body because the relationship we are having with our self is the relationship we are having with everybody else. Like that Talmud saying, We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are. Simply put, yoga is relationship.

Three massages, three yoga classes. a long walk on the beach, and just for fun some weight training for my arms because they are starting to look like an old lady. Some well meaning, meat eating friends tell me I have to ditch my vegetarian ways if I'm ever in hope of getting my arms back. This pissed me off so much I had to leave the bus for three days to cool off.

In the peace and quiet of my own space I can see its me I'm pissed off at, or, more specifically my arms. How can they betray me?

The wrinkles around my eyes, the weight of my jowels, the sag of my ass, the shape of my arms and the shape of my life all remind me time is marching on. My wild and precious life is passing so fast that even touring seems slow and the bus too small.

I want more time to linger with my loved ones . We are all getting older. Touching in with friends is nourishing the but also there is a deep loneliness and sadness upon separation.

Rumi and other mystics write amazing love poetry about this exact feeling and relationship with God.

Maybe that's what is making me sad today . Part of me clearly knows to hate my arms is a form of hating God and that never feels good.