My Mother Doing Yoga at 68

Going through a hodgepodge of old family photos (that I’ve brought to Japan from the US now and then during my now almost 30 years of living here), I found these two of my mother, taken in August of 1995, at a yoga retreat in Maine (according to the note on the backside of one of them), doing yoga when she was 68 years old.

These photos brought tears to my eyes. Actually, I flat out cried thinking of my mother pursuing yoga in her late 60s as one of her paths (along with those growing out of her deep spiritual roots in Christianity – in Christianity’s “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” truly virtuous aspects, that is; not its, when (at least sometimes) conservatively lensed, misogyny and other horrid negatives, including its all-too-common real-world hypocrisy) towards greater enlightenment, awareness, or however one wishes to term this sort of growth; or, at the least, to living a healthier life.