Otis Redding, The Glory of Love

Installing new software to a new computer. Time for a change. Time to let go.

While practicing yoga today I wondered about loss and recovery. Of places, of oneself, of someone else. A man in a cab broke down while driving, he had lost his wife in December. A friend broke up with her boyfriend and is, as I write this, trying to get him back. Five months is the period of life given to someone that is sick, a woman is crying because she realized she will not be able to become a mother. Someone felt the warmth of the sun and for the first time in months, knew deep inside, he was recovering from the darkest period ever lived.

How does that song go? Win a little, loose a little, that´s the glory of love.