9/11 remembered

When my oldest son was old enough to begin to understand what happened on 9/11, he was a little confused about where the towers fell since at the time we lived in Kuala Lumpur where there are also a set of towers called "the twin towers". Once Nathan realized that the towers were not the same, and his dad who's office resided in them would be "safe", he calmed down.

The day the twin towers fell, Nathan was just in diapers, born about 6 months prior. I remember sitting in my living room in my post-pregnancy sweat pants, finishing up breakfast, placing Nathan in his playpin, about to begin cleaning. Instead, just like the rest of world, I sat glued to the news and watched repeatedly the chaos and horror of the aftermath, as Nathan lay next to me on his belly trying to roll over, as babies do.
Nathan, 6 months
I didn't know anyone personally who died in New York that day. But, have met someone who was supposed to have been there... and their sense of purpose and renewed commitment to life is astounding.  What if we knew... knew we were set aside for a special purpose... knew our life was spared.... and began to understand that we have a unique gift or talent that is just waiting, waiting to be shared with someone. ... What if we all realized our worth and began to live our lives as if it were our last days?

If you've read the book, the Last Lecture, then, you know exactly what I'm talking about. And, if you haven't go, run, read it now. It will inspire you to go for whatever you've been meaning to do but just haven't quite gotten around to do (giving away that one thing you cherish but know someone else would love more than you, get that dog you've always wanted, serve someone in some way that you KNOW speaks love to them, call a friend you've been thinking about and just haven't, start that business you've always dreamed of but have been to afraid to fail or succeed at, serve yourself in some way without feeling guilty, discover and live your passion, do that one thing you've been meaning to do but find a million reasons not do to or give yourself permission to let go of that one thing in recognition that it's just not as valued as you thought it was...).
In teaching yoga, I have found much reward... unintentionally. Sharing passionately what is in my heart is so gratifying that it's hard for me to believe that it's service at times. Keeping it in perspective that it's not my yoga class- it's the students. Teaching is a gift. (Although it's tempting to go on about how little I know and how far I have to go... teaching is beyond humbling. There is always someone suggesting, commenting, critiquing.... but all of it molds and sharpens my prickly edges in some way. I am grateful.)

What is your gift to give?


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