After class today, I told Shirley over Mos Burger… “I’ll go visit you guys over there, it’s so near… maybe once a month?… ” We both had tears in our eyes… she reached down for a piece of tissue and we had to stop and take a deep breath.
Then we laughed it off…. more thick sinful chips and milk teas to stop the emotions…
Farewells are never easy. All of us, ardent students of Bo’s, felt a deep tinge of sadness as we see his last day at the yoga studio coming up… Every class this week was treasured, precious… every class was beautiful with the “oms” as we sang with him… We know all of us are going to cry on Sunday’s last class with Bo. ( even as I write this, my eyes are blurry… )
No more “Good morning” in evening classes, no more “Drinking your favorite beverage”, no more happy child like inversions, no more “grounding down to lift up”, no more “opening up to a bigger force, the universe”, no more “hugging in”…
OM~
