This morning, I opted to linger in bed a few minutes longer in lieu of my daily meditation. Telling myself that my ashtanga practice would be serve my meditation needs, I honestly thought it wouldn’t matter. So I sat in bed, sipping my espresso while theMAN sat on his tuffet (zaffu cushion) meditating.
Before long, I was showered, dressed, and eating. I gathered up clothes for work and packed my lunch for the day: chores I should have done last night. I felt somewhat skilled for managing to pull it all together with a few minutes to spare. I said goodbye to theMAN who was now doing something other than meditation in the office space that adjoins my bedroom. No response. I said it again and waited. Nothing.
I peaked in to see what he was doing that prevented him from saying goodbye. It was unlike him. He was in the middle of his morning pushups. “Oh-kay.” I murmured, as I walked away. I was a little put off that he couldn’t even say goodbye to me. He stopped his pushups and came over to kiss me goodbye. I could tell his was puzzled by my impatience and then realized that he didn’t even hear me.
I left, went to yoga, and then to work – not giving it another thought.
Then I glanced over to my desk phone to check the time. Upon seeing the day of the week, I realized that I would not be seeing theMAN until after the weekend. *sniffle* [Read more…]