"Yoga is life."  

So said my teacher last week, and while layers of meaning can be unwrapped, our discussion focused on what should be obvious.

Each session begins slowly, then accelerates as we move forward, back, twist, in and out of pain and fear and blocks -- ouch! -- and realize at some point "I can do this!" and "life is so good" and end with deep rest.

A typical day, isn't it?  Start slowly, pick up speed, bend in ways usual and new, say ouch once, twice, many times; then end in a place we have never been before.

And this happens every day, but illness is an excellent magnifying glass.  I have no doubt that there is life after death.  It's today.

Candace