Yoga is Union

with toes ablaze and torso turning each moment resurrected in a fiery spiral her smile mirrors the beat that calls the beasts to dance...

Those were some of the first words written to Vivian, via e-mail, in the early times of our courting. We had for three years what her daughter Yarrow called "the time of love" before making said love legal on paper with witnesses. On June sixth we shared chai at a table with a few legally recognized friends. Two months later we had a party for our families.
What you see in the picture is true. She was a glowing bride. That was a massive piece of bridal-bling. But that's me in the dress, and that ribbon was in my mouth for over 20 minutes. We're married so it's all right. I taught her how to get down with some Botoh-dance inspired performance art, and she taught me to live yoga.

The flight for our first trip to Mysore leaves in 210 hours. I am trying not to panic. I hear that is a common response, but it doesn't help. I took the last of four Typhoid pills and it's kicking in. Slight nausea, gastro unease. Love is like that. Not the part about the side effects, but the part about how it can carry you through whatever you're going through and also be that carrot you see at the end saying in it's little rooty voice 'you can do it, I'm right here' and you can come out the other side. I know things will work out in the end, I just haven't come out the other side yet. Soon I will sleep, only to rise again for 6am practice. I carry with me to slumber the love of my yoga friends, all my circles, and especially to Vivian and Yarrow for the journey we've already started...
*** aeryk ***