This morning, I celebrated a momentous occasion. I actually attended a yoga class after days and days of enduring searing pain in my swollen chipmunk mouth. Today marks a turning point in my wisdom teeth recovery (I still contend that the extraction of wisdom teeth is a barbaric procedure). I awoke with minor jawline bruising, a shrinking mouth ulcer, and increased energy. While the numbness in part of my chin and lower lip persists, and in fact, infuriates me, I consider today’s facial/oral status a significant sign of healing.
Which means that I can resume my regular life, my routine…aside from masticating solid foods at a normal pace. Part of my routine, naturally, includes regular yoga classes with my favorite instructor EVER. At 9:30am, we reunited.
My body reveled in being worked and nurtured. It responded to the the entire 60 minutes of vinyasa with gratitude and relief. I noticed that I could deepen and advance in several of the poses, a surprising observation due to my sedentary lifestyle of late. By the end of class, as we laid in savasana, my heart overflowed with love for my instructor and for the healing properties inherent in yoga.
I salivate at the thought of my next yoga class, or just the thought of doing yoga in my living room with Tara Stiles. In the words of Liz Lemon, I’m back nerds!