I started yoga a few days after she left, and it definitely helps on the days I attend classes. Yesterday's class worked on the idea that every pose brings with it unique challenges, and the one constant needs to be your breath. I felt that was a nice metaphor for dealing with each day spent alone, each night spent tossing and turning in bed, wishing I could turn my brain off. Another breath point brought up in a previous class was that your next breath is the only thing your are really in control of, so that can work as the focus of your attention. I regularly tell myself that the most important thing in my life is simply my next breath, and after that, we'll see...
The breathing metaphor was put to the challenge when I went out with friends (married friends) tonight. As we were out in public on a busy night, all I could wonder was, IS EVERYBODY IN A RELATIONSHIP BUT ME?
And my wife is on a getaway 4th of July weekend with someone else (tomorrow marks 20 years to the day that we met). AND the cover band where we were played an extended version of Bob Marley's "I don't want to wait in vain for your love."
I just have to breathe.