The Dark Place: The Journey There and Back

It got dark, really dark. The view of my gorgeous garden through my window had no positive influence on me. I couldn’t get off the couch, I couldn’t get out of bed, I couldn’t say yes to any invitation from a friend. I couldn’t stop the occasional waves tumbling through my harkening tears. I didn’t know why I was crying. I didn’t know why I was angry. I remember sitting in front of my yoga class, teaching a meditation, and a little voice went through my head “You don’t even believe what you are saying, you are a fraud!”

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