A Poem on Pain: This Morning
Because my hands ached when I woke, I took a walk; Taking my mind to my footfalls, to the sound of the ground against my feet. Because I could not close my hand, I listened to the grind of the …
Because my hands ached when I woke, I took a walk; Taking my mind to my footfalls, to the sound of the ground against my feet. Because I could not close my hand, I listened to the grind of the …
The other day I was talking to a yoga teacher friend of mine. He was telling me about a prospective private client. She has rheumatoid arthritis, so of course I came to mind. What would you recommend, he wanted to …
Having this disease makes me feel a lot of things. Pain, frustration, resentment, and more often than I like to admit, I feel angry. I get pissed off and upset about the fact that I can’t do the things I …
In yoga, we talk about creating space between breaths. As a chronic, I’m all about creating space between flare ups. The space between is the sweet spot. It’s what I try to remember when I’m uncomfortable in the morning. There’s …