We must be willing to “go get it,” she said, own it, and be in full relationship with it. Go beyond the admitting, beyond the noticing — which was all ego-driven — and name our feelings, feel them, get down into the muck, and engage with them. She insisted that I confront my feelings, rail against them, and mourn all that I felt I had lost. In Mona’s words, I needed to rinse this shit out of me. Rinsing makes space for total self-acceptance and joyous self-reunion. It insists, in the words of Nikki Myers, my friend and yoga teacher extraordinaire, that we acknowledge the “Fuck you” before we
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