Prayers, Yoga, Boba, and Curry
This morning we went to the early service at church. It’s always good to be there. But when it comes close to the time the congregation says Prayers for the People, my heart starts beating faster. I wonder if I will have this same reaction at the end of the year when the weekly mention of Chandler’s name among those who have departed will cease? Or is it possible that my metabolism will acclimate to the sound of his name vibrating on my eardrum and my heart will beat with the same rhythm as if I were washing dishes or reading a book? It is doubtful.
After painting another table (somebody stop me!), Charli and I did some errands, and I went to a hot yoga class. Actually by “hot” yoga standards, it was pretty chilly — a crisp 95 degrees. Once again, WARM made me happy, and I was grateful for the opportunity to just be in the moment, becoming stronger and breathing deeply throughout every movement.
Sometimes I forget to breathe. I know that sounds stupid. Of course, I breathe. What I mean is, I forget to BREATHE. I find myself holding my breath or breathing with such shallowness, I know I’m cheating my body of the rich doses of oxygen it counts on for so many vital functions. Right now, an hour of movement with deep breathing as its foundation is one of my prescriptions for emotional and physical health.
After yoga, we treated ourselves to boba (little tapioca balls in milk tea). Charli and I are on a mission to try all boba places anywhere near us, whether we are at home or on the road for soccer. Such a simple pleasure. I treasure this time with her.
After boba, we went to Grocery Outlet, one of our favorite supermarkets that carries all kinds of fun stuff to try, including some unique healthy snacks, for a lot cheaper than regular grocery stores. Today we got Beet Puffs and Banana Walnut protein bars, among other things.
On the soup aisle, I spotted the Amy’s soups we love, and I grabbed the Lentil soup. Next to it was another soup — something with red curry. I thought, “I should get that for Chandler.”
Ever since Chandler’s trip to India a few years ago, he raved about how much he loved the food. So I would buy different types of Indian food for him when I was at the store. He loved anything flavored with curry. He always appreciated that I tried to bring him a taste of the food he loved so much. Not long ago, Chandler, Charli, and I went to Natraj, an Indian restaurant in our community. As we plowed through every single item on the buffet line, plus some seconds, we savored the rich flavors…and our time together.
Today was another reminder that bitter coexists with sweet, happiness with heaviness of heart.