“We had the option to be inspired or threatened — and we both chose inspired.”
I have a vivid recollection of the first time I saw Ty on stage.
She was 15 or 16, a tiny, fiery thing with a marvellous eloquence.
I remember thinking, quite smitten, “I want to be just like this girl one day.”
She went on to win debate provincials, place 1st in public speaking, and render the crowds speechless.
Not much has changed.
A week ago at Landmark, I felt a hand squeeze me from behind.
I looked over and gasped — it was Ty, the last person I would’ve expected to see.
We screamed, hugged, hugged a little more… It had been years since we last saw each other.
As it turns out, she moved from Kelowna to Victoria. Found the love of her life. Ditched competition for collaboration.
“Who would’ve imagined?!” She giggled — “Both of us little debaters as yoga teachers!”
The past few years had taught her a profound lesson.
After a rocky relationship, a year of journalism school and battles with severe anxiety, she hit her own rock bottom.
Her doctor prescribed pills. She flushed them and went to yoga class instead.
Soon after, she quit her job. Took a risk. Bought a flight to Bali. Immersed herself in yoga.
The Balinese men said: “Yoga girl, you walk too fast.”
And Ty realized: “I do — I need to slow down.”
And it was here that she began to heal.
She learned to let go. To breathe. To love.
And love flowed into her life.
(Funny how the Universe does that, eh?)
We strolled down the streets under a big blue sky.
She posed beside the tulips. Owen Wilson and his son whizzed by on bike.
“We’re just babies, you and me,” she said with a smile that could light up the sky.
“We’ve got our whole lives ahead of us.”