I’m sitting here now, eating a light lunch at the Lotus Tea House, and working on my yoga posture sheets. Tonight, I am going to instruct John on Trikonasana and use his body, so to speak, for my analysis. I am filled with gratitude for his unwavering support in all of my endeavors and his willingness to assist my love of learning and understanding.

When the love of your life recalls returns to his Samurai roots and you, yourself, feel strongly that you wish to be a yogi, where does the twain meet? Does it meet? Can it meet? They are both disciplined, noble pursuits. Should he wish to spend some time in Japan to further his dream, naturally I would be supportive. However, how much of one’s own dreams are to be sacrificed for the dreams of another? To me, the answer is clear. I cannot sacrifice my own dreams for the Samurai warrior, but perhaps a new dream can be manifested that we can share? Too often, I see couples that have sacrificed deeply for the love of their partner, and although this too would seem to be a noble, I don’t think it’s necessary. We are all the masters of our universe and of our destinies. I want to be a Yogi. I want to suck all of the marrow from the writings of the ancient Indian sages. I have read Paramahansa’s Autobiography of a Yogi so often that the book is falling apart and yet every time I open it, a new revelation strikes me. I wish to really understand the counsel of Krishna to Arjuna in the Bhagavad-Gita, and to be able to read Sanskrit. I want to have deep discussions over the writings of Pantanjali and explore many of the sutras. Can a Samurai and a Yogi have a future together? Perhaps with love, communication, and understanding, anything is possible.