Modifying the Practice
It's been a long couple of months with my right arm effectively out of commission. I can still only knit a couple of rows without wiping myself out, though yoga seems to be helping, so long as I remember to take things easy. I have managed to do down dog pretty well, modifying to an approximation of the pose at the wall when I get tired or twingy, allowing me to get the stretch through the shoulders and armpit-chest without bearing any weight on it. Ashtanga prenom suffices to modify for chaturanga until I get tired. Holding a static pose like plank, down dog or dolphin is fine, but anything requiring pushing or lowering my weight is too much. I keep reminding myself to go slow and be mindful. I find it incredibly frustrating and more than once I've dissolved into tears, craving the release of the powerful physical practice that I love. Instead I have to remind myself that I can have a powerful emotional practice even when I'm reduced to the modified version.