Flowering: Yoga with Molly at Yoga Sol: Carson City, NV: March 17, 2016

I'd go to any class that Molly teaches. Authentic and kind and wise.

Today it wasn't the postures or sequencing, although beautifully delightful, it was the dharma inspired from Osho:

it does not matter if

you are a rose

or a lotus

or a marigold.

what matters

is that you are flowering

Still in a fog and in the grips of grief,  I spent the rest of the afternoon in my garden who is just awakening from its winter slumber. Mostly its still dead, but a few flowers are starting to bud. I didn't really get much work done except to sit and look closely at new life springing forward with reverence and awe. Trying to be in all this death so I can learn the meaning of life.

Around 5 o'clock I just couldn't take any more flowering.  I slipped in to my PJ's and into bed, pulled two down comforters over my head and slept for 12 hours. A different sort of flowering I suppose, not pretty, and snuggling with the dark. But like any good flower, awaiting the miracle of rebirth before the bloom.