Today the word "family" sort of sank into me.

I love my family- the one I am connected to by blood. My mother, my father, my brother and my sister.
But I realised I've also been blessed with extended family. An intricate family that has been networked and branched out through all these years.

I stopped by my yoga place today to say hi, since I've been bed ridden and away for a bit, and was taken aback by my reaction to seeing those friendly and familiar faces again after what felt like forever. Even just going up and ringing the door bell.
I never realised how welcome I feel there. How present and free I can be.

After talking to my teacher (who I say is my guru, because is Amazing) and the lady at the front desk (one of the nicest people I've ever met) for a bit, I was saying goodbye and ready to leave when the latter said, "You're part of the family here. Don't worry."

I feel I like people more than they like me, so having someone (who is not necessarily a very close friend) say that to me... Really touched me, to say the least.

Just then I realised how lucky I am to be part of another family and others with my very close friends.
And these families, however small they may be, will always be there.
It's where you belong. 


  1. I agree! Real family can be great, but not everyone feels truly connected to the people they share dna with. I mostly just see my parents and grandmother and the rest very, very rarely. I've always felt that the family you pick is of (perhaps even more) importance too, as those are not as random. The relationships you have with those people might be shorter, because you met them later in life, but they are wonderful and at least as strong.

    Lovely picture too! Did you take it?

  2. Definitely :)

    Nope, not my photo... Got it from Pinterest hehe