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Like fuzzy up-bubbles, rising to the top of a shaken soda, memories surface. In yoga, in meditation, as I go about my day, and even in my dreams, they rush up within me, unignorable in their intensity. I used to see these memories as a bad thing, until Rhonda and April offered a different interpretation.
My yoga teacher says that the physical discipline of yoga offers opportunities to revisit our pasts through the lenses of our presents so we can be free of old shackles. April uses AA language. She tells me I’m letting go of the b*****e of self.
To me, it feels more significant that simply breaking out of chains. I’m also reclaiming good things. This morning, as I was brushing my teeth, I remembered coming home from pre-school and announcing I was ready for my first loose tooth to co
