Corpse Pose
"After hours of wandering, / I surrendered to a bed of pine needles and moss / and the voice of the forest saying, / You are not lost. " -- Corie Feiner, Corpse Pose
Hello yogis, poets, and seekers of inspiration!
Once upon a time I was a martyr mom who did not sleep for years and years. One night, upon stepping out of my family’s camper van (a Sprinter Westfalia to be exact), my foot broke.
It was as if it happened in slow motion… my steep step from the door to the curb, my foot bending backwards into the shape of a C, the sensation of a slight snap, and then my body sinking to the ground. My younger son was asleep in his car seat, my older son made a gesture with his hand that asked, “What’s going on,” and my husband's face turned from shock to concern as I muttered, “ I can’t stand up.”
This was after days and days — perhaps years and years — of mindlessly saying, “I need a break.”
In the emergency room, at well past midnight, it was confirmed that the third metatarsal bone in my right foot was broken. I went into denial, then shock, then shame. The next day, with my foot elevated on a mountain of pillows, I realized my …