“When the roots are deep, there is no reason to fear the wind.”

Sorry it's been a hot second, friends!

Yesterday I went to a yoga class with my friend Emily, which was supposed to be the 2nd part of our 3 part perfect Saturday: coffee at Barrington, hip-hop yoga at YogaWorks, and brunch at Tatte.
 
A few days earlier, my mom let me know that my great Aunt (Aunt Gin) was in the hospital and she was going up (with my grandma) to see her in Rhode Island. On Friday, my mom let me know that my Uncle was flying up from North Carolina on Saturday. Saturday morning rolls around, I’m texting with my uncle, and I decided I needed to make the trip too. He wasn’t getting into Providence until 4:30 in the afternoon, so with time to kill, Emily and I proceeded with 2/3 of our perfect Saturday.
 
While at yoga, while I admit I was more concerned (in the beginning) to get a workout in, our teacher Catie said something that I really connected to: “When the roots are deep, there is no reason to fear the wind.” While she introduced the phrase because we would be doing some tree poses and wanted us to play around a bit, I got more from this than I usually do in yoga.
 
The past week has been… one for the books. Last weekend my dog, Max, went to the ER after having a seizure Friday night (he’s back at home now making all the puns on Instagram!) and I woke up Monday morning to learn that a friend of mine, Ben, had passed away after running a race on Sunday. To add to that, now Aunt Gin was in the hospital.
 
However, Catie’s quote reminded me that if my roots are deep, I’ll be okay. Mostly in part to Ben’s sudden passing, this week has been full of support and love from friends near and far, with a chunk of it coming from November Project. On Wednesday after a 4:45 alarm, Mat picked Sarah, Liz, Laura, and me up to head to November Project Worcester, Ben’s “home tribe.” We got to hear Ben’s family members speak about how much he loved NP, get a good workout in, and just soak in everyone’s company-- all while in my RIT hockey jersey!

NP Boston at NP Woo... I'm sure Ben was laughing from heaven about how badly everyone's hockey gear smelled

NP Boston at NP Woo... I'm sure Ben was laughing from heaven about how badly everyone's hockey gear smelled


Fast forward to today—Sunday—and I’m on the train back from a short 24 hours in Rhode Island with Aunt Gin. I spent today’s (20 minute!!!) run soaking up the sunshine and thinking about deep my roots are—thanks to my friends and family—knowing that I’ll be okay with whatever (the) wind blows my way.

Nice reminder on today's run

Nice reminder on today's run

[P.S. Emily wrote a really great post about what else yoga taught her on Saturday]