On the way home from work, I pass the runners doing their post-work thing by the creek trail. I watch the ponytails swing and the sweat drip. It looks delicious. But I try not to long for this. I can’t. Not with a broken toe.
It is Monday night, and YaYa is off doing some volunteering at a local charity. He won’t be home for hours. It would be the perfect opportunity to attend the hot vinyasa for it is my favorite yoga class. Ah, but I CAN’T.
I can’t do much these days. But there are some things that I CAN do. I can now do child’s pose, get into a shortened downward facing dog, stand on my head, and do many of the arm balances that I love. It’s something; it’s just not enough to be able to attend a class. My pace is slow and my practice abbreviated.
Yet, I do my best to give thanks for what I can do and let go of the disappointment of all that I am missing.