The Unbearable Lightness of Being

So I mentioned to a friend that my practice has felt heavy lately and she said that "maybe heaviness in your practice correlates to the weight you're carrying for other people...I realize you're on this path of service and compassion but it isn't necessary to carry other people's suffering...no matter how much you love them." I really felt like she hit the nail on the head with that one. I've felt like I have to bridge the gap between my aunts atheism and my grandparents concern for her soul and my parents' lack of concern for the issue at all. I feel like everyone loves her and wants to help her and wants what is best, but that somehow compassion - what goes beyond love and makes you willing to do whatever it takes - is somehow being lost. In order to bring compassion to another person, you must first feel it for yourself and I think we are all getting lost in the suffering.
As heavy as I felt I actually slept through mysore this morning. I had done a lot of heavy duty quad stretching last night, so perhaps it had something to do with that, but neither my alarm, nor two dogs, nor my husband could budge me at 5 a.m which is odd. But maybe it was meant to be, because I got the message about carrying other people's suffering this afternoon. So I went to a led class. The teacher had been a friend of mine with whom I'd had a pretty major falling out and I thought "here is an opportunity to show up with no expectations, no agenda, just a willingness to practice and an open heart." The practice was wonderful. She adjusted me a few time, not excessively. I could feel things I had worked on in mysore coming together, feel little shifts and things starting to open in very subtle ways. I felt very light and at ease for the first time in a while. Thank you for the advice my friend.