Today was a happy yoga day. It was my favorite teacher, the room was perfect, and I was, for the second day in row, rocking that class. As I was lying in fixed firm, the teacher says, “This pose is good for your spleen – a graveyard for your T Cells.” I had no idea what T Cells were for, and even less of an idea that my spleen was a graveyard for them. Are they bad? Or, we’re they good, then went bad? My spleen must be a very smelly awful place to be filled with dead T Cells. They say you can live without a spleen. Then where would your dead T Cells go? Would they just keep traveling around inside you and eventually cause some kind of havoc? These thoughts kept me busy for the rest of the floor series.
Sometimes I have thoughts that act like T Cells and I need a graveyard to send them too. Out of the blue I’ll have something cross my my mind that causes me immediate anxiety. My “graveyard” is stopping to hear God saying, “I got it.” This quiets me right away. This past week with all the goings on for the holiday, I had forgotten about the graveyard and I let those thoughts creep in and twist my insides. Then today, during class, envisioning the T Cells being relegated to the graveyard in the spleen, it suddenly dawned on me what I’ve allowed to happen. As soon I listened during the savasana and heard God say, “I got it”, I felt immediate peace. I felt like I sank into the floor and it held me up. I felt like I was home. I knew today was going to be a better day.
And so, as another day goes by, I have priceless peace, God’s got my worries covered, and…I have written.
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