If I’d used a cloth sling for support instead of holding my right arm rigid by my own will, the arm would have healed a lot sooner. I know that now. My body knew no loss of function then, only the head on my apex restrained every muscle in ignorance. Because the doctors and nurses were emphatic that I shouldn’t, under any circumstance, move my arm or raise my hand higher than the shoulder joint. New wires had been installed in my thorax which needed time (so they said) to root.
Within those two non-moving months of inertia , my brachial plexus froze; Now I know something of immobility, arthritis, numbness, and loss of range of motion. In yoga the effort for me used to always be in surrender; now it’s in inciting strength within my chest through extension with open arms.
We involved in teacher certification had twelve hours of workshops this past weekend, October 1,2,3, that turned out fascinating. Who knows what actually happened? We did indeed explore so truly. I want to thank Janet Vignola and Ronda Lam DiChiaro — our wonderful, inspired teachers, for being there.
I tend to write these serious epistles to hope you all well.
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