I got out of bed stiff.
This was why:
All my boys were in my bed- and Lottie too.
Its hard to get mad and insist
they go back where they came from.
I know in a few years this scene will all but be gone and my boys
will be bigger and more independent.
I will enjoy it for now-
The scar tissue makes it hard for my body to move and twist like it used to.
But after the session when we lay in quiet savasana,
I reflected on how thankful I am for this amazing body of mine.
It does anything I ask of it, and has recovered from so much in the past few years.
Yoga-- any exercise for that matter, requires patience, acceptance and love
of myself wherever I am in my life.
Its a beautiful process.
My mom texted me today and reminded me that 4 years ago I was
STILL in a coma. Still.
That is crazy.
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Tonight is the first Presidential Candidate Debate!
I am excited...