TSADA CALENDAR YOGIS & YOGINIS
MEET MAUREEN ~ JULY 2007
I started taking yoga
classes in March of 2006.
Yoga was fun, relaxing and enjoyable.
On June 16, 2006, I sat
with five of my family members in a doctor's cramped examining room as my
father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and told that he had 6 months
to live.
Warm, toxic, nauseating
waves of stress flooded into my stomach. My father was going to die a
painful, ugly death. My mother, who had lost her own mother at the age of
23, would be a widow at the age of 59. My 18-year old adopted brother
would lose a father for the second time.
I closed my eyes. And I reminded myself… to breathe.
At that moment, I began to
practice yoga. I didn't drop into one of the poses we all imagine
when we hear the word "yoga," but I put into practice one of the many
principles of the
discipline:
Keep a calm mind in the
face of adversity.
Know your physical and
mental limits.

Don't let anything in your
life control you.
Breathe.
Practicing yoga has helped
me survive this past year. I look forward to each class, and know that
even if I enter the studio with a mind filled with turbulent thoughts, I
will exit with a calm spirit and an invigorated body.
A few weeks ago, my father
celebrated one year of survival! While yoga wasn't one of his tools of
survival, both my mother and husband now practice regularly. It comforts
me to know that, if and when his condition goes downhill, the three of us
will all be able to step back…and breathe.
~
Maureen