Last week's yoga class left me feeling quite undone. Rather than returning home in the usual state of gratitude and contentment, I encountered a crushingly difficult, grief-filled evening instead. That overwhelming sense of loss dominated much of the following day as well. This was a first - yoga had never had that affect on me. Upon reflection, I realized that my grief had been triggered by the teacher's suggestion that we each set an intention for class. After some deliberation, I had silently asked for a hug from Michael. Of course, my rational mind knew that was physically impossible. However, another part of me entertained the notion that the hug may come in the form of spirit connection. Alas, in Savasana pose at the end of the class, I recognized that neither had occurred, and the tears flowed. I was again reminded that a physical hug from my son would never occur. Obviously this was not new information, so what was going on? Why such an intense response? Perhaps it was the perfect time for me to access yet another layer of grief. My mind, body, and soul were in that deeply connected state of existence, allowing for further penetration of reality. Peeling back the layers. Like in the onion analogy often referred to with regards to personal growth. I wonder how many layers this onion has.