When my dad was in ICU, I got an urgent call saying I needed to come to San Francisco. I thought it was the end.
I can’t express how meaningful my Ashtanga practice became during this time. I was literally sleeping in the hospital and would get up, and take the train or a Lyft depending on how much time I had, and get to the shala to practice.
During these days, my practice became so much more than fitness or even discipline. It was that thing keeping me grounded and calm when I was about to lose my dad. I’m so grateful to this practice for simply existing in my life and to Deborah, the teacher at Mission Ashtanga for welcoming and teaching me during my time there.