Right place right time…

A year ago, I was still having hypnotherapy sessions with the legendary Dr Jeffrey Rink. When I got sick, I knew I needed to see him. I was sure about that and my delightful GP and homeopath pulled every string possible to secure an appointment. The moment I leant back into his leather lazyboy, I knew I was in the best hands. Funny that. When we’re in the right place at the right time, we just know. Well, at least I do.

Today, I dragged myself off to the yoga presentation in The Windsor Hotel. I wasn’t sure that I was up to it but I found myself there and settling onto the carpet. Off course I had forgotten my mat and blanket. The teacher in the front didn’t light up my world immediately and I considered slipping out again. I stayed and she began the class. It took me about five seconds of listening to her voice, before I realised that I was in the presence of an angel. As she guided the small group through each gentle pose, I felt my body responding. I wanted to ease into every position. Even my wobbly balance did not deter me. I knew that under her guidance, that would come back. And it will. By the end of the session I had to know her name and where to sign up. Pramilla Vassen was in my life. I am determined to keep her there.

The short walk to my car afterwards, takes me along the coastal path. Waves crashing against the rocks sound louder than usual. Hermanus is always beautiful but today it’s exquisite. It’s too early for whales and yet I find myself scanning the water for movement. I drive along the coast for a bit, before I turn towards the highway. My body feels unusually relaxed. It’s as if somewhere inside of me I can feel a shift. I promise myself that I will take this opportunity. It’s come my way for a reason and only laziness would stop me from pursuing it.

“Say goodbye to your dad now,” Dr Rink was saying a year ago.

And I could. 

When I opened my eyes, I saw the understanding in Dr Rink’s. “We’ve needed to do that from the day you first came to see me.” I nod.

“How do you feel?”

Archie was meowing plaintively by then. He took the closed door as a personal affront.

“At peace. I feel peace.”

And here it is again. Peace. It’s been a long time coming, but I always knew it would come back. Yoga is here to stay…

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