Well another forced yoga break for me. Haven’t practiced physically for over a week, but I have been meditating more, doing some simple pranayama exercises, appreciating life and coming to terms with how close I came to death.

“I came off a scooter”, that’s what I’ve been telling people who ask what I did to myself that warranted a body full of scrapes, scratches, bruises and dressings. I missed a corner because I was too inexperienced on a two wheeled motorised vehicle, ran off the road onto gravel then hit a pole (one of those thigh high poles with a reflector on them), flew over than handle bars and landed on my jaw/face/forearms/front torso.

Long story short… I’m one of the lucky ones that came out of this type of accident with only scrapes, scratches and bruises. No broken bones, no spinal injuries, just superficial stuff.

I thought I was ready to share my experience, but I guess I’m not quite there yet. Still coming to terms with what happened to me. I’ve been so focused on getting better physically I’m not sure I’ve fully attended to my mental well-being from this experience.

One thing I will share is how lucky I feel now, in hindsight.

I’ll never forget the care and compassion that everyone gave me in my time of need. The nurses, the doctor, the radiologist, the cops, the paramedics, the kind people who stopped to offer assistance, everyone who offered well wishes and most of all, M. I love you dearly.