ℒ~ Rheumatoid Arthritis: It was just where I was…

ℒ~ I’ve Rehumatoid Arthritis and been relatively symptom free for several years. But back at the beginning of September it actively re-entered my life. And then at Christmas time I got knocked down hard by what felt like The Morphing Flue cause every day the symptoms were different. That stayed heavy with me for about a month. It wasn’t until a couple weeks ago that I’ve felt free from both the RA and that flue. I know what brought on the RA and I believe my weakened immune system from the active RA is why that flue settled so deeply into me.

But all is well now and I realize that I have been essentially inactive during that whole time. All I was able to do was my daily mantra japa practice. So, today’s the day to get back into my daily yoga asana / mantra japa / meditation / poi spinning practice and rowing and rebounding a few times a week.

It’s curious how when we are not feeling well where we go mentally. I knew that I was in a mental funk but ‘couldn’t’ do anything to get out of it. It was just where I was. Now that’s where a yoga therapist/teacher would have been able to see what was fully going on with me and help me to get out of that state of being… quicker. (No, I do not have access to one locally.) And I’m aware that my students tend to not come to class/session when they are sick. But I learned that when they are not well that their benefit is great to make every effort to get to those classes/sessions.

Ancora Imparo (I am still learning) ~Michelangelo, at age 87 in 1562.

ℒ~ ‘Once upon a time…’

ℒ~
When you start musing about the past
put it in proper perspective and begin with
‘Once upon a time…’ and then tell your story.

ℒ~ At a depth that I simply can’t fathom…

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At a depth that I simply can’t fathom
…living inside of me is a darkness.
A mere whisper of a forgotten memory
…residing in the well of my heart.
The pain doth ride the heart beat’s rhythm
…pulsing through all that is part of me.
Tis in the moment it’s meant to be felt
…allowing it all to flow through me.
The tears they whisk away the heaviness
…falling haphazardly and inconveniently.
The sad and the happy are simply what they are
…fleeting moments of snapshots in time.