Spiritual Graffiti by MC YOGI

Author:MC YOGI
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2017-08-09T04:00:00+00:00

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GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE

THE TEACHER TRAINING ENDED AND I DIDN’T SEE Amanda for a long time. I was a mess. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. In my heart I was sure she was my soul mate. Nothing made sense to me anymore. Then one night she came to class and told me she needed to talk and wanted to take me somewhere. I agreed, and she said she would pick me up at the studio at 4:30 the next morning.

I had no idea why we needed to meet so early, but I didn’t ask any questions and was ready and waiting for her in the dark outside the studio when she drove up. We cut a path through the dark streets of the city until finally we arrived at the parking lot at the base of the Golden Gate Bridge.

The sun was just beginning to rise. The bridge reached across the water like an outstretched arm. Its two towers rose like the spires of a temple, and the soft gray fog billowing around and through the dark orange railings made it seem like a dream. “Will you walk with me?” she asked. The morning air was cold against my face. We both wore sweatshirts and put our hoods up as we began our journey across the bridge.

We were quiet for a long time. I struggled to find the right words to break the silence. “Isn’t it beautiful?” I said as I looked at her. “The city, I mean.” “It’s incredible,” she said. When we got to the middle of the bridge we stopped. The city shone in the distance like a postcard. A swarm of sailboats blew past Alcatraz Island as flocks of seagulls created patterns in the pale blue sky. When we turned to face the other direction, we could see the green cliffs of Marin and the Pacific Ocean stretching around them like a curved infinity pool. Then Amanda turned to face me, looked into my eyes, and revealed her true feelings. She told me that since we met it had been both the most amazing and most confusing time in her life. “I don’t know what to do,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. “I am falling in love with you, but I don’t want to hurt my husband. He is a good person and has done nothing wrong.”

Standing there on the bridge, I felt time slowing down to a crawl. As I listened to her words I felt like I had left my body and was looking at us from a distance, two tiny figurines against an epic backdrop of sea and sky.

I held her close. I was elated to learn that she had feelings for me, too, but had no idea what to do next. Ahimsa, or nonharming, as we learned in our teacher training, was one of the core tenets of yoga. Standing there on the bridge, we realized there was no course of action we could take that would be free from harming someone.

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