So, I feel badly that I don’t remember his real name. I always referred to him as Telemundo because his name was a train wreck of vowels and consonants that I could never remember. He was my yoga instructor and a good guy. I was thinking of the ark of our friendship. He got married and opened his own yoga studio. After about six months he had lost his studio and was getting divorced from his wife. I felt badly for him and than I thought perhaps that’s what his journey is in this life. Perhaps that is what his soul needs to experience this time around to help him learn what he needs to learn. Not that one shouldn’t have compassion but rather then feel sorry for him perhaps that is what he needed to find his wholeness. Maybe it is true that by our stripes we are healed and that the only thing that we have in this life that is truly our own is our journey, bumps and all.
Your moment of Zen.
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