Anyone’s first trip to the Maldives ought to be dreamy. You know, perpetual sunshine, incredible seafood and that first dip into the Indian Ocean met with a friendly dolphin, splashing around and breaking the early morning ocean calm. All in the company of your best friend, your other half, the love of your life. At least, that’s what I wanted for myself. I have always associated the Maldives with endless romance and, if not, a way to heal from the loss of a relationship and channel all that grief into yoga. After all, sadness can sometimes benefit from space and perhaps, flexibility?
I encountered tremendous grief in July when my sweet dog of 14 years died in my arms. She was a half-whippet rescue that was black, beautiful and, like me, never warmed up too quickly to strangers. She lived to 14-and-a-half, a decent age to go for most dogs, but gone too soon. Sleepless nights and puffy eyes ensued and, a couple of weeks later, it felt like the right
