Not TRYING to Make You Cry...
Honestly, I'm not TRYING to make you cry. And maybe you WON'T cry. Maybe I'M the crier. (Well, okay, I am DEFINITELY the crier.)
I graduated from the Life of a Yogi yoga teacher training this past Sunday, laying to rest forever my chronic pain odyssey. The gratitude I feel knows no bounds.
Here is Sri Dharma Mittra bestowing the diploma upon me, surrounded by the love of my family who have walked every step of this miraculous journey with me.
Note that I am the only person crying.
(In my defense, I was a little rocked by the news that while we were all in New York City, our BBQ area in our backyard was on fire. More about that later. It was a big day.)
I graduated from the Life of a Yogi yoga teacher training this past Sunday, laying to rest forever my chronic pain odyssey. The gratitude I feel knows no bounds.
Here is Sri Dharma Mittra bestowing the diploma upon me, surrounded by the love of my family who have walked every step of this miraculous journey with me.
Note that I am the only person crying.
(In my defense, I was a little rocked by the news that while we were all in New York City, our BBQ area in our backyard was on fire. More about that later. It was a big day.)
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(See, I'm kind of toying with the idea of moving to Texas after retirement...it's not firm or anything, and might be more dream than reality..)
(And next time you are in DFW I'm coming to the Original Pancake House- still sad I missed the last meetup.)