So as a replacement to that which was lost:
It has been said that when the student is ready, the teacher will appear. Although I have moved through Rubin's chapter "March: Aim Higher," my last few days have been more about feeling rather than reading. [Seriously, Aim Higher? Do you know me?]
So as I rang in March last night with a hamstring-screaming yoga session, my teacher spoke of kindness to one another and of remembering love. As we practiced Dhanurasana [a.k.a. try to snap yourself in half pose] and I was encouraged to lift higher, she spoke of surrender.
In written text and mindful practice, the idea and pursuit of happiness are converging on me.
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