What a harrowing week it has been. If my countenance in this week’s practice does not look particularly chipper, it’s because I forced myself to the mat while I traveled to and from the ICU where my father was admitted this past Tuesday morning. After a 20-year long battle with prostate cancer, he succumbed to his disease, leading my family into the Mystery that is the after-life this evening, 4/20/19 at 7:40pm. I don’t mean to bum you out, but we’re a small enough community here that I want to be honest about what’s going on.
Despite not wanting to prioritize my yoga practice this week, I knew that getting myself to the mat would provide therapy and fuel for enduring the long hours of waiting, wondering, and weeping that this week held for my family and myself. This is the most difficult week I have ever lived through, and having a practice to turn to provided a sense of normalcy and security that I am thankful for.
The practice itself is a moderate-level, mindfully paced, sneakily challenging practice that includes twists, side plank variations, an arm balance, and a forearm stand variation.
Squeeze your loved ones in honor of my dad, John Butler, who leaves behind a wife of 40 years, two grandchildren, and five incredibly close, incredibly loving children who each move from love just as he did.