sometime around 2002 ~
Savasana, dead man’s pose. That last part of a yoga class that is the very definition of surrender. I had made it through the class.
Yoga was very new to me at the time and I was trying my best. I found a wonderful yoga studio walking distance from my office and I was going to classes religiously. I was searching for new experiences and yoga was perfect for pushing my mind and body.
So here I was, at the end of another class, laying in savasana, my muscles finally relaxing and my mind easily following the gentle guidance of the yoga instructor. When suddenly I hear a man’s voice say Scotty. I heard it clearly, firmly and right in my ear. Then the voice continued by saying Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike, over and over and over again.
