When I thought about it some more, I realized that physical, cognitive, and psychological recovery weren’t all there was to my journey. The pieces of the puzzle started clicking into place—I was finally ready to admit to the fact that the bloody brain had damaged me at all levels.
Sara asked me to turn towards the back door of the yoga studio. I paused to process her words, then turned. She shook her head. “It’s okay to allow yourself to take all the space and time you need.” I looked at her askance. Apparently, I’d turned abruptly, compromising my balance. She suggested that I … Read more
The winter session was a bust as far as I was concerned. I made it to the first yoga class of the winter session, then I had to skip a couple of weeks worth of classes because of the flu. Next was a long period of severe asthma. Everything triggered an episode, teaching, breathing the … Read more
Sara tightened the strap that held my shoulders back. “How does that feel?” I let my arms hang down, relaxed. “You can go a little tighter.” The first time Sara strapped my shoulders back, I hated it, and asked to be released within the first minute. But after seeing the benefits, I tolerated it. I … Read more
