Poet in residence
The Yoga of Illness
BY MAGAZINE COLUMNIST CARYN MIRRIAM-GOLDBERG
There is nowhere to go,
nothing to do. Rain falls.
Thunder cracks. The bare branch
glistens in the gray. Somewhere,
a wet chickadee waits in the cedar.
Sometime, the wheel of life
turns my body from surrender
to alignment. Meanwhile, time
lays itself down beside me,
says, I am a gift too and always.
My head burns through the old veils,
the explanations, the questions.
Whatever happens, happens
in this weather, one wave
after another, a line of storms
edging over while all in exile
in me, around me — in the
space between breaths and thoughts
Next time you’re under the weather, listen to what your body and spirit are telling you, and what in you that has been “in exile” has to say to you. Write down the conversation between the usual way you are and the way you are when ill, and see what you discover.
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