It’s been nearly a year since we lost Tricia. And today was the first time I could bring myself back to the yoga studio where I met her and spent lots of time with her.
Every time I visit DC, I walk by the studio and think about going to a class, but I hesitate because I’m afraid I will be overcome with emotion.
But today I went. And I got emotional. But it was okay because I had a chance to reflect on what Tricia meant to me. I was afraid that it would hit me hard that she was gone, but instead I realized that over the last year she has kinda been everywhere for me.
While she is physically gone, I feel her presence often. Whether it’s actually doing double-takes because I think I see her in a room, or often coming back to a story she told.
And I will always be grateful to have her simple refrain going through my head: “more light, more joy, more peace.” Thank you Tricia ❤️