Tuesday, 25 August 2015
Upside Down and Grateful
Over the past few days my mother has been unwell. She has been ill with a form of Alzheimer's for almost ten years and is now severely affected. When she has a bad spell alarm bells ring, distress and helplessness kick in, and I feel like a small child again, but without my mother. It is a sad place.
Today I am filled with gratitude for my yoga practice. An hour on the yoga mat this morning and all the physical signs of distress in my body have floated away. I can cope again.
It was with my Mum that I first started practising yoga. I was a teenager and together we went to classes in a local church hall. I came back to it a few days before Christmas last year, eighteen months after my sister died, having lost her year long battle to recover from a devastating brain haemorrhage. I stood looking out of the window into the garden, feeling the stress I had come to accept as normal and I had a moment of epiphany. I understood that everything had to change and knew, without question, how I would change it: through yoga.
Even as I stood there, watching a great tit on the peanut feeder in front of the window, I saw this yoga in front of me as a way of life, not a once weekly class. That vision excited me. And, amazingly for me, I had no doubts. I started my practice on New Year's Day.
My yoga journey feels personal and I don't like making a song and dance of things. Yet it is turning my life upside down in ways for which I have such enormous gratitude that it feels wrong not to share. So, when you see a post preceded by the 'Upside Down and Grateful' banner, you will know there is some yoga in there somewhere although, truly, it's all part and parcel of trying to be a hopeful traveller.
I had hoped to turn my little blue warrior upside down. Perhaps I will manage it yet! I think of him as a yoga warrior.
My Mum seems a little better today.
Posted by Kelly at 15:24