My arm lymphedema recently got infected. It’s been a great reminder that I need to listen to myself and my body. At all times.
April 22nd started like any other day, doing yoga.
I had taught a yoga therapy workshop the day before and was feeling super energized. I performed the bridge pose and twisted my shoulders in a way that compromised my circulation. For someone with breast cancer-related lymphedema in my arm, this was a misstep. Off-guard moment. I knew I wasn’t supposed to twist my shoulder that way. The result? My lymphedema got infected.
Since then, I’ve put my foot on the brake. I revisited my schedule—once again—to have more breathing room (I’ve always overdone).
These days, I need nature. I walk. I lay down in the meadow. I read. I create space for myself. Trees, birds and the sky are there for me. To help me repair myself. Yesterday, I practiced yoga for the first time in three weeks, with so much more compassion.
Remember–honor your own wellness journey. In every possible way. That too is yoga therapy.
A nature park, close to home, five miles South of Paris, has been
my favorite place to rest.