This has been the process of opening up my heart - a lot of pleading for help and a lot of crying. I have cried more in the past 3 months than I have in the past 3 years.  I come to sit in the morning, bow my head and cry. I drive in the car chanting my mantra and cry. I come to class and somewhere while deeply opening my twisted hips, I cry. Recently in class, a cry came on that unfurled like a deep wave starting in my pelvis. There was no sobbing, just silent undulations and tears streaming...

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