“If ever there was a time to let go, do yoga and breathe This most certainly is it
For I can fly like an eagle on high
Or throw up my hands and quit.” -Kaypacha-
The Passion Question
On my way home from Suva the other night, my son asked me a question. He said “Mum, what does passion mean?” There was no time for contemplation, the answer was there even before I knew it, and out it flew into the whipping wind and rain streaked night, but not before seeping through my skin into my blood to quicken my heartbeat once again.
“Passion is a feeling, a deep strong feeling you have about something that is important to you.” For the first time no other question came, no how or why. The answer satisfied, so much so that it carried him to sleep and all the way home. The passion question and answer also touched my beloved as he drove us, as he too fell silent. And when he spoke it was of deep things that matter.