Tears of Freedom

Tears of Freedom

It started out as an ordinary Wednesday night at my favorite Deep Yoga class in San Diego.  And then about 15 minutes into class while singing and chanting Sanskrit words I didn’t even understand, tears began to pour down my face.  I was filled with a crazy combo of sadness and relief … mixed in with a little embarrassment for good measure.  At that very moment,  I had NO IDEA where these tears were coming from.  I wasn’t consciously thinking about anything in particular (ahh – the beauty of chanting!), but the odd mixture of heaviness and lightness brought up some big alligator tears that continued to stream down my face. After class in the darkness outside the studio, I was saying goodnight to my best friend of 30+ years and her mom.  I felt like I had pulled myself together enough and pushed all those inconvenient feelings away (as usual) to bid my friends goodnight. But that’s when my bestie’s mom asked compassionately yet firmly, “So what are you going to do about it?” Do about IT?  Do about WHAT I thought?  What is she talking about?  And then I realized, this woman who has been like a 2nd mom to me (who also happens to be a past life regression rockstar and amazing healer) – she could SEE me better than I could see myself.  She was asking me what I was going to do about my “work/life situation”. What was I going to do to pull myself out from underneath this deep hidden sadness and back out into my beautiful light. I had no answer at...