I am going to take a little break from blogging after this post. I had to put my beloved almost 15-year-old Italian Greyhound, Enzo, to sleep on Sunday. Had my first day back on the mat since surgery the day after he died, and it was so strange to not have him in the room with me sleeping on my meditation cushion in the corner. Did modified suryas on my forearms (thanks D Stark!). I spent all of savasana sobbing hysterically. Not sure if that is what “taking rest” entails, but it did that day.
RIP Enzo…I miss you, my friend. This is the first 4th of July in 15 years where I don’t have an 11 pound dog trying to crawl into my armpit to escape fireworks.