It looked like just another yoga class, a completely packed yoga class, I should say. I was in the front of the room, squeezed between a wall and three fellow practitioners.  The instructor began by thanking people who have sent coundolescense after the loss of her mother. In the process of recovering from this life-altering event, the instructor offered us a word that has sustained her in the last few days: acceptance.  The message resonated inside my heart like a cathedral’s bell at noon because I knew that was a message I needed to hear. However, what shook me was not the opportune word but her explanation. She mentioned that while she had been grieving someone advised her that maybe it was time to move on.  Moving on?