Shooting at the Walls of Heartache
My sister dragged me to a yoga & meditation class. When I say "dragged", what I really mean is she called and asked if I'd like to go and although I was feeling whiny and sick with a cold, I responded "Yippee! Yippee! Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll be waiting outside!!" I've done meditation training before and I love it. For that one week I was Buddhist, I felt truly lovely and peaceful so I was pretty excited to take this class. So we get there and set up our mats, with Sissy strangely positioning us at the front of the class, although I am very clearly a back of the class type. The instructor is a gentle voiced young woman who immediately makes me feel good just by speaking. Don't you just love people whose voices alone have the power to soothe? As we start doing the initial meditation, I'm trying hard to stop thinking, but my nose is running and I really need to have a hacking cough. Do you know how hard it is to hold back a cough? It ain...