I set out to climb the whole mountain but I stopped halfway and enjoyed the view. That is as far as I went. This is how I practice santosha, or contentment - the second niyama in Patanjali's Eight Limb Path of Yoga. Often when people hear the term content they think it is complacency, or … Continue reading Santosha : Contentment
Those early days were filled with mourning for the things I would most assuredly lose. My imagination had me rendered immobile, speechless, and blind; a breathing statue in constant, invisible pain. I could find no meaning in a life like that. My loved ones would spend their precious time caring for me while I offered nothing in return; my children would sacrifice their own pursuits for my sake. I'd be nothing more than a burden.But in a moment of clarity several weeks later, I snapped out of it.
The last week of February was when I was hit by a proverbial truck. Both feet went numb first. Then both hands. Over the course of three days that loss of sensation crept up into my shins, quads, and my entire left arm. Some refer to it as Novocain Numb. It wasn’t painful, but it scared me. I found myself trying to shake it out, as a runner does before a race to loosen up and get the blood flowing. I clenched my hands into fists and stretched them out again, just to be sure I still could.