Blog #59: Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

You will probably get another of these blog-letters at some point. Maybe on your birthday. Maybe tomorrow. I don't know.

I do know that since the moment I stepped foot in Rishikesh, I have felt a connection to you. When I look up at the mountains I feel you with me. In my yoga practice you're on my mind. As I walk through the city, I imagine you're there next to me. I can't shake you!

I want so much for you to be here experiencing this with me. In fact, I'd rather you be here without me than me without you. In a way, I feel guilty that I'm here and you're not. This place just screams Michelle, and I don't think I deserve the yoga capital of the world like you do.

Maybe- hopefully- one day, I'll be able to bring you back here with me. I can show you around and help you avoid the monkeys.

Or maybe, you'll come here on your own. You deserve a week or two or a month to yourself in Rishikesh.

I have always thought you were badass, and had major respect and admiration for what you do. That has only grown in my time here. Yoga is freaking hard man! My stupid 20-year old body is sore and stiff after just two days of yoga, yet there you are, the mother of four children, showing me up hardcore.

I also admire the respect you have for your practice. I expected it to be different here in India than what you've taught me back home, but you've done such a wonderful job of understanding and authentically conveying the traditional practice, that I sometimes feel like I'm in one of your classes, not here. Thank you for that.

I miss you bunches, and I can't wait to do something like this together. For now, I will settle with the long-distance but present connection I feel to you.

I love you, I admire you,

Your Mini-Me