Still breathing: yoga, illness, and my heart’s center
The air is cold as I find a corner of the spacious wood-floored room for my worn purple mat. It’s September, but the A/C is strong in the mind-body studio at my gym. No one will be joining me today;...
View ArticleRevisiting why #yogamatters – and some good news!
A few months ago I wrote a post about how yoga sustained me during this past summer when my Crohn’s was flaring badly, and how it has helped me regain comfort and confidence during my recovery. I am...
View ArticleJust as it is, right now
With my eyes closed on my mat, I hear the teacher’s voice invite me to rest my hands over my heart. “Take a moment of stillness to set an intention for your practice today.” I have heard these words...
View ArticleGod in All Things; Things as they Are
One of my first yoga classes since months of medically mandated inactivity, and everything hurt immediately. Even in child’s pose my stiff legs ached, in plank my deconditioned core collapsed. What if...
View ArticleRunning the stairs
One morning at the hospital my surgeon came in with her trail of surgical fellows for morning rounds. I raised the bed and turned on the light and tried to look awake as they poked at me, asked me...
View ArticleReinventing the wheel
When I was a kid I did gymnastics for many years. As with most of my athletic endeavors, I wasn’t very good and I never got much better. I was young enough not to care, my parents were wise enough not...
View ArticleA woman who likes to eat
The latest dust-up in this distressing election cycle has been Donald Trump’s fat shaming of a former Miss Universe, Alicia Machado. His comments and attitude are disgusting and demeaning: even if you...
View ArticleGentle with her
Maggie was my yoga teacher the summer I was sickest. Young and healthy, kind without being showy about it, she is a memorable character from that time of trying to hold together what was falling apart....
View Article