Well I've got my mornings back in terms of waking early and doing asana and meditation.
The forty minutes of sun salutations dedicated to Luna was a turning point.
That image I have of her lowering down to rest her head on my feet during her last night has touched me profoundly. I saw it as the most beautiful and devoted vinyasa (vinyasa: to place in a special way).
For that matter her little journey down to my feet has also had a profound effect on me...
How can I stay in bed thwarting my own best plans to get up, and struggling with inertia, when Luna almost dead,
could manage to get herslf up make the long slow intentional journey from my head to my feet?
I was surprised by mondays practice when I later realized that I did not once have a mental image of her while I lowered into chaturanga.
I do miss her so much.