“I went back to the studio at five-thirty to check on Bella, only to find an empty car and a note from Michael saying that he’d taken her home with him. I left a vague message on Michael’s cell phone telling him that I’d be home late because I had some “things” to do at the studio. After a year together, Michael could read me almost as well as Rene. Until I was ready to tell him about Dharma, my best strategy was avoidance. I plastered on my most soothing smile and greeted the fifteen stress...ed-out yogis who came for six o’clock Yoga Nidra—the comforting meditation sometimes called the Divine Sleep. Truthfully, I taught that class completely on yoga teacher autopilot. Physically, my students and I shared the same space. My body sat at the front of the room, shadowed by flickering candles; my voice filtered through the darkness, creating a soft, spoken lullaby; but my mind never entered the building. It remained out in the parking lot, staring into those eyes so uncannily like my own.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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