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In today’s interview, I sit down with local lady Minja Musich. It was the best way to spend a Sunday morning. I would happily chat with Minja for hours, but today we’re discussing her experience with the war in her home country Bosnia and moving to Minnesota as a teenager. She speaks so powerfully about her experience as an immigrant and all of the obstacles she overcame to settle her into her new life. We talk about language, coexisting with others, her love of performance, and how she came to modeling after the death of her father.
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The Cycle of Death and Rebirth
We begin yoga class today with sun salutations. I have a love-hate relationship with these. I appreciate the repetition of them, the cycle of moving from standing to bending to stretching to standing again, then again on the other side. But please can we just skip all the warrior work and move directly to pigeon? But that would mean interrupting the cycle. It’s not meant to be interrupted.
I’m fascinated by cycles. Always have been. The changing of the seasons, the stages of the moon, menstrual cycles, bicycles, cyclones. If it spins, I’m interested.
Birth. Life. Death. Rebirth.
To everything there is a purpose (turn turn turn).
Winter is not a time to mourn the death of the trees, but to take solace in the truth that their branches hold. Life will emerge again. It will be just as lush and plentiful as last spring. We can count on it because that’s a cycle. The earth revolves around the sun and summer returns.
This never-ending winter has thrown us off by putting the usual cycle of the seasons on hold. What if it’s all just nature’s way of reminding us that even cycles need the double back and try again. The snow forces us to acknowledge that cycles aren’t always linear. But rebirth is always promised after death. Eventually.
My name translates to “rebirth.” I always thought it was a stupid meaning. But now I recognize its importance in the cycle.
Rebirth reminds us that there is no end, only beginnings.
I thrive on new beginnings. I am constantly being reborn.
I’m back in yoga class.
The instructor says, “As you move out of corpse pose into fetal position, remember that life is full of cycles.”
How on earth have I been doing yoga for so long without realizing that the end of every class is its own rebirth?
I sit up, stand up, pack up my mat, and start again.