The steady march of excruciatingly difficult decisions

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From the first moment after The Call came on January 8, 2016  – after I caught my breath and for every breath I’ve taken since, I’ve known for sure: this is my body and my healing path that I will walk out.  I will need to study and pray and seek and learn and be stretched and be torn and seek second and third opinions and ultimately, I will have to

make the hard decision.

I can look back over the last fifteen months and see, as if with mile markers in the road, the extraordinarily difficult decisions I made. Each one was a pivot, that shifted the course of my treatment and my life.

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my yoga practice

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I was just reminded how deeply refreshing my yoga practice can be.

In the midst of the late afternoon hustle at home and feeling scattered and unsettled, I decided to tuck away in my room and do the yoga that I’ve been putting on the back burner all week.

I’m so glad that I did.

As I moved through the motions, the fresh spring air from the opened windows blew in, and I was literally serenaded with the songs of the sweet birds outside my window.

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