• terry-lynn hemmerling

Yoga Meets Us Where We're At

So this is the scene of the mishap. Jumping off of the well and landing on the uneven ground resulted in a broken ankle and surgery. I was on a walk and in an instant, my plans for the summer and autumn were altered.

I lay on the ground surrounded by friends who were trying to help me with the pain, asking me: "What can we do??? Without hesitation, I answered, "...HELP ME BREATHE." I knew there was no getting out of the pain, and yoga met me right there on the ground through my breath. My friends breathed deeply with me until I could manage to be moved.

My breath practice met my ankle throughout it all: needles and Xrays and surgery and news of screws and plates and staples and pain. Oh, the pain. Being alone in a hospital without family was not easy (COVID). When I could feel fear getting the better of me, I would breathe. When the pain woke me up, I would breathe. When the staples needed to come out, I breathed. Anytime I was feeling like I was in over my head, my yoga practice met me right there each and every time I needed support.

I was in Vancouver shortly before this misadventure and was having a conversation with someone who wanted to try a yoga class but felt it was out of reach because they were not "bendy" enough. That is not the yoga I know. That is the yoga that is made famous on IG and other places by images of bodies in impossible shapes (for this body anyway). I said to this person, "...don't let Instagram fool you - yoga meets each of us exactly where we are at..." Little did I know how personally this fact was going to be driven home in just a few short days.

I was feeling sorry for myself because my nightly swim before bed was over for the year. Walking the dog - not gonna happen for a while. The garden - is on its own. Driving is done. And yet, not yoga. I roll out my mat, get down on the ground, and do what I can. There is so much yoga I can do because it is for EVERYBODY. Fit or not. Strong or not. Mobile or not. Flexible or not. Broken boned or not. EVERYBODY. EVERY. BODY. It meets us so generously where we are at in life. And as for my dog, he is happily adapting to our new movement practice!

I am continually awed by the beauty of this practice under normal circumstances, and when the proverbial shit hits the fan, it is there - times ten. If I can do yoga with a broken ankle, then anybody can do yoga. No bendiness required - only willingness.

And so, with an overflowing heart, we are so excited to invite you back to our Tuesday night Yoga practice! This is why working with a partner is always a great plan for me (shouts out to LORI)... She will lead the yoga and I will do what I can. I will lead the Yoga Nidra - which has been so instrumental in my healing - joyfully. And together we will have conversation afterward. We wish that we could offer it in person but with the current COVID numbers, Zoom seems like the safest way.

Our yoga will begin on Tuesday, September 15th from 6:30 until 8:00 pm - just in time for the New Moon, of course! We invite you to bring your journal (and feel totally free to also NOT bring your journal - this is your practice) as we will be offering some inquiry prompts to invite contemplation around the New Moon and where we find ourselves inwardly at the moment. The classes on Zoom this fall will be our gift to you. Please RSVP to let us know if you will be joining us and we hope to see you there!

Timber contemplating his life on the last New Moon...

Join Zoom Meeting Tuesdays at 6:30 pm (recurring)

Meeting ID: 811 1005 3442

Passcode: 824936

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