One of the things that yoga teaches me is this lifelong trip with my body is a love story. Some days I struggle, some days practice is effortless, some days I laugh through it, some days discouragement is the loudest voice in the room. Over the last year, though, yoga has been a kind of matchmaker. My body and I are getting along a lot more beautifully than we used to. I can't tell you how grateful for that I am today.

If you're someone who has been a part of this conversation with me, you know I've been in Bangkok, at the beginning of what I thought would be three months of backpacking around South East Asia. Three days in, I received a note from home saying my lovely man has a tumor in his right eye. (His green eye. He has one blue and one green, both beautiful).

Three days, half a world, and another universe later, I'm at home, backpack empty and in a closet, six inches of snow outside, and my lovely man sleeping next to me. We're here for the insane ten days it takes for his treatment to begin in Toronto.

During these ten days, we're grateful for each other, for the people around us, and for all the good things in our lives. Including yoga, which has changed our relationship with ourselves and our bodies. I won't speak for Pat, but it is invaluable, today, for me to have a familiar practice that makes my body a love story, at a time when it might feel very different.

A friend of mine describes his practice as his body singing to him. During my own practice this morning, I'm going to sing to myself and to Pat.

This trip ahead will not be a story of illness. (Cancer will not be the loudest voice in the room.) It's going to be a love story.

I don't have any questions to ask this week. Just love, love, love from me to you.

Thanks for the conversation,

kristin

Dr. Kristin Shepherd is a chiropractor, actor, and speaker (About All Things Wonderful) in North Bay, Ontario.  Join her on the web, on Facebook, and on Twitter, and on iTunes.