During my yoga certification, over the weekend weekend, we did 3 classes. During each class I cried quietly. Yoga has never been my favorite thing. I struggle with the stillness of it. It was almost more than I could stand, holding still and being present feeling what I felt, which included grief. The Master Trainer talked about being soft and strong in the poses. Soft and strong. Soft. Strong. And I understood. I understood she meant on and off the mat. Being tattooed on this level has been conditioning me, yoga will condition me... I have a long way to go, and surely will never arrive, but the yearning is there -to be soft and strong as a mother, leader, friend instructor, woman.