He Died at his Desk

I have been unable to release that phrase from my mind for weeks. A friend in NY called me to tell me about a guy he knew slightly who was 46 years old and that he had died at his desk while working.

I have been wondering if this man was living his dream and had he found his deepest passion. I also wondered if being at his desk would be the location he would have chosen and been happy with for his last breath.

Or was he not prepared and waiting for another time or next year to explore, develop or reconnect to the deepest part of himself in his work or other aspects of his life.

Having been at "my desk" for 25 years in NYC construction industry and not living but going through the motions waiting for another 5 years to add one more week to a cherished vacation that could never live up to the expectations of a 52 week wait.

A wonderful book Yoga and The Quest for The True Self written by Kripalu Yogi Stephen Cope sums it up beautifully that through our Yoga practice we will learn to become aware. It is through self inquiry that we will have no other choice but find our own "True Self".

My desk now is my yoga mat and I no longer wait 52 weeks to enjoy my life.

Namaste
Garry