Yoga took me out....again. This time, it was the dying warrior pose. Perhaps it is always the dying warrior pose, hard to say. Wednesday morning, I tried to put my breakfast dishes in the sink and my back decided to shut down operations. I had several home visits that day with elderly clients, all of whom offered me their walkers. Here is a snippet of one conversation:
Me: You look good today P
P: You look awful, worse than me
Me: It was yoga
P: God Bless you, here is what we are going to do....you take my walker and use it to get to your car. Then, call me, and I will buzz the nurse who can come get it and bring it back
It strikes me that the most therapeutic thing I can probably do, that all of us can do for the elderly in our lives is to still be needed by them, and helped by them. This week, that was surely the case. Thanks for all the good energy!