Nothing humbles you like a stomach virus. Except maybe forgetting how humbled you were the first time, overdoing it on food and wine (I know!) the second you feel normal, and then getting the humbling smackdown again. "Too much too soon" is basically my middle name after every single illness or injury I ever have. You'd think I'd learn.
Physical illness, mental illness, grief, pregnancy, existential stress at the state of the news (and as always, there's so much to rail against) and so much more can shake you off your foundation. Luckily, yoga is infinitely adaptable - it's not all sweaty vinyasa classes in lululemons.
Meditation, restorative yoga, and my all-time favorite, Child's Pose, are just what the doctor ordered when the doctor has you in a humble ball on the floor. And it's there for you when you're ready to - slowly - build back up.
So - child's pose today. Back to the resistance next week.
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