I had been practicing yoga for about a year when my mom was diagnosed with Alzhiemer's. My life became conusmed with caring for her and taking over the rumming of her life. At the time I probably needed yoga the most I dropped it from my life. Two weeks after my mom passed away I walked back into the yoga studio and back to my teacher who is amazing. I will never forget the first pose of surrender and the unlocking of the pain and tears that my body held. As the strong one in my family I had used my will and strength to take care of everything. In this quiet space, where my mind and body could be together in darkness, silence and surrender...I began the process of healing.
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