“By the practice of the limbs of Yoga, the impurities dwindle away and there dawns the light of wisdom, leading to
discriminative discernment.” ~ Patanjali’s Yoga Sutra 2:28
During the last two years, what I considered to be my Yoga practice has, at times, dwindled to long stretches of
inactivity due to the blessing and opportunity I’ve had to be a large part of my uncle’s life during his most vulnerable stage. I’ve never gotten down on myself for not practicing.
I feel as if there is a time for everything and this was my time for family. To take time away from hospitals, hugs
or even our nights of watching Animal House for the hundredth time with cold beer seems like an indulgence.
As he continued to decline so rapidly during this training, I’ve had moments of feeling like the sometimes nonexistent practice and forty pounds I’ve acquired in the past two years makes this the most ridiculous time imaginable to do a training.
I see the popular hashtag #yogaeverydamnday that always accompanies a twenty-year-old stick insect
doing some amazing Crow/Cobra hybrid on a beach somewhere. Yoga every damn day?