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.
Family.
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.
