Love, Compassion, Kindness
Apr 2013

This week our hometown of Boston became the talk of the world for the explosions that occurred on Monday at the Boston Marathon. I’m still in shock along with my fellow Bostonians. Why anyone would do this is unfathomable. On the day it happened, I was on my way to Copley Square with a friend. She and I took our time leaving our neighborhood. Had we left sooner, we might have been one of the ones hurt. My running shoes are from Marathon Sports. A friend of mine was working there at the time, but was not injured. Another friend of mine’s two co-workers were not as lucky. They were both injured and currently in surgery. My heart breaks not only for those injured in Boston, but also for our global community where explosions are just a routine fact of life.

In the mist of confusion, hurt, uncertainty, stress, chaos, and change in my life I have found refuge in my yoga practice. It soothes and comforts me in a way that I never knew was possible until I became a yogi. My practice is nurturing. When I first started yoga, I didn’t see why others were so crazy about it. I couldn’t be still. I did it because I liked the way my body felt afterwards. It wasn’t until some time later that the connection between my body and mind gelled together. For me, no other form of exercise does this.

I find myself needing consistent reminders of what’s important in life. I get caught with the day to day. Even though we are mission driven, it’s still easy to forget and worry about deadlines and etc… In reality we’re more productive when we take care of ourselves. If we don’t, we can’t help others.

Tonight was the Taste of the Nation, an event that gives back to the prevention of childhood hungry. I’ve volunteered the past few years and this was the first time food trucks were also on location. We took 26.2 seconds of silence to remember those on Marathon Monday.

Light pierces though darkness. Our soul is nurtured when we help others. Be kind to one another. Change is possible.