Some Years Ask Questions. Others Answer Them.

Some Years Ask Questions. Others Answer Them.

SHUT THE FRONT DOOR. Can someone puh-lease tell me where in the heck 2014 went?! Why is it that the older we get, the quicker the years seem to fly past us? It’s the first weekend of the new year, and it marks a milestone of sorts for me. One year ago this weekend, I was sitting at a Sankalpa Yoga Retreat. I had been sick for nearly a month. I had no voice. I was coughing uncontrollably. I was learning first hand how difficult it is to breathe when you have a respiratory infection mixed with allergies and asthma. I was very unhappy with my living conditions and with the cold, gray, rainy weather. I was longing for health and sunshine and happier days. My immune disorder hadn’t been diagnosed yet but still I knew, deep within me, very intuitively, that my body was growing sicker and weaker each day. I was sick and tired — and literally sick and tired of being sick and tired. As I fought back tears, I felt instinctively that I would not survive to see many more years if I didn’t make drastic changes in my lifestyle to help heal my weakened immune system. That day was a turning point for me. As I sat in that room full of strangers, in a city I couldn’t completely call home, in a place I’d never even been…. I began to work through the asanas. The teacher would say a pose, and I’d do it. He’d remind us to flow with our breath, and I would. And with each posture, each breath, I felt...