A friend recently sent me the email below and I begged her to let me reprint it here.
I was happily decking my halls on Wednesday… Lights on tree. Check. Garland on banister. Check. Ribbons on garland…better go get those. And that’s when I go down…slithering down the stairs toward my foyer in full hurdle position – one leg out front and one behind. I let out a small noise of surprise as I slip toward the bottom. The boys hear this only, my fall must have been exceedingly quiet, and call out, “Mom, are you okay?” Well, I just fell down the stairs. They thoughtfully put their movie on hold and come to check on me. “Would you like us to help you up.”
As I sat at the bottom of the stairs laughing and thinking of how ridiculous it must have looked, I thought, “Thank God I do yoga. Thank God I did yoga this morning!”
I am miraculously unharmed except for one small bruise on my right knee and a mildly sore muscle in my shoulder because my arm stayed behind me as I reached for the railing. Yoga, more than a state of mind.