I Wonder

A week or so ago I was lying on my pad in my yoga class which is in a large, airy room with a wall of windows on one side and of mirrors on two others. It’s a peaceful place. By chance, I looked toward the far end of the room where there is equipment stored for children, including a tricycle with heart-shaped balloons tied to the handlebars. As I watched, it rose into the air. A small, skinny old lady was riding it. How happy she looks, I thought. Suddenly, the scene changed. I found myself lying on the ground, on cultivated soil, with roots exposed and stems and leaves crowding me. My fingers and toes were extending towards the roots, uniting with them. It was beautiful and frightening. And suddenly I was back in the peaceful room.

Of course it immediately occurred to me that these visions were about dying. It’s not unnatural to be thinking of it at my age. But visions are a bit startling! I hoped they were not premonitions.

2 Responses to “I Wonder”

  1. Becky Thompson Says:

    I’m glad I found your blog online since you are no longer on Facebook.

  2. buddenbooks Says:

    I’m no longer on Typepad, I’m still on Facebook.

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