Sometimes what you seek isn't always what you find, or the other way round. A few months ago, triggered by a relationship break-up, as clichéd as it may sound, I quite impulsively signed up for a 200-hours yoga teacher training in Bali. What I hoped to gain from it was discipline, a deeper immersion in yoga, but most importantly, distraction from grief. What I actually got from it was all of that and so much more.
It is done. After a bit of angst, I have finally given away my first (of 12) Band4Hope copper bracelets. There were a few contenders during the month of January, and slipping into February, but finally I crossed paths with Kate and the deal was done.
The Christmas break was over, summer was in full swing, and work was firing up, but I wasn’t. Nothing terrible was wrong – I wasn’t unwell, there were no family crisis, no excessive work demands – but something wasn’t right.
When the world heard about the death of Phillip Hughes from a freak cricket accident, something remarkable happened. There was an outpouring of grief, compassion and care, not just in his hometown, but around the world.