This is a picture of my sister, Ann, holding me.
She’s eight years old; I’m three months old.
We had been living in that half-built house for at least three months because this picture was taken in June, and they brought me home from the hospital in March.
Isn’t she beautiful? And doesn’t she have the most amazingly strong and capable looking hands for a child her age?
Ann is suffering from Alzheimer’s, and is now in the last stages of the disease. Sometime in the next few weeks or the next few months, she will die. So I find myself back in the land of childhood lately, trying to know my sister as best I can before she finally slips away.
I’m still practicing and teaching, living the truth of Guruji’s words, that yoga helps us cure what can be cured and endure what must be endured. It’s not all sad, and I work to be as happy as I can be under the circumstances.
But I can’t find it in my heart to write about practice, or more precisely, to write for publication, even to you, my yoga-blog friends.
When that changes, I’ll be back. In the meantime, I wish you a sustaining practice.