peace via yoga

As we were finishing up Yoga this morning in the "corpse" pose, the instructor asked us to all go to that place of relaxation. We have all heard this before and usually images of beaches and water are conjured up. Today, though, I concentrated on what this REALLY meant for ME. What came to mind was me, sitting on the roof of our small farm house that was situated on top of a hill overlooking the town we grew up in. I was sitting there wrapped in a sweater for the cool breeze, my knees pulled up to my chin, and was watching the cars drive by on the dirt road at the bottom of the hill. All of a sudden, I could see my dad standing in the pasture in front of me, looking at cattle. He turned around, saw me, smiled and motioned for me to join him. I went to him and we stood there, his arm around me, both of us looking out over the beautiful land. He looked down at me, smiled and kissed the top of my head. As I lay there, tears mixing with the sweat rolling down my face, I realized that that one, peaceful moment from my imagination was the one moment I have missed and have been looking for my entire life. Through no ones fault, my dad died before I had this moment that I'm positive is vital to every little girl. A moment of complete love and acceptance from the most important mortal man in your life. And the knowledge to appreciate it as it happens. This... Is... Peace.

Maybe there is something to this Yoga thing after all...