The wife and husband are lying in bed one night with the windows open and the breeze coming in. The wife tells the husband a story from the yoga class she teaches, a story that one of the students had recounted for her that morning.
During class the previous week, the wife had suggested that they all practice letting go of something they had been clinging to. This student had decided to let go of wanting to control when her ailing mother was going to die. She instantly felt at peace. She came home from yoga class, to find the light on her answering machine blinking. Her mother had died while she was at yoga.
The husband takes a deep breath. "So what you are saying, is you killed her mother."
The wife has to admit she hadn't thought of it like that.
"Well," says the husband. "Maybe you should."
During class the previous week, the wife had suggested that they all practice letting go of something they had been clinging to. This student had decided to let go of wanting to control when her ailing mother was going to die. She instantly felt at peace. She came home from yoga class, to find the light on her answering machine blinking. Her mother had died while she was at yoga.
The husband takes a deep breath. "So what you are saying, is you killed her mother."
The wife has to admit she hadn't thought of it like that.
"Well," says the husband. "Maybe you should."
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