I did my first yoga class in nine years yesterday. I still felt strong in my body and safe to move since the bioenergetic conference over the weekend. I felt a confidence in my abilities again. It felt really good.

But by last evening I was really sore. I heated my muscles and I iced before bed. I slept well and woke up even more sore. Tight hamstrings, leading to a tight low back, it felt like inflammation in every muscle and joint.

I went for my morning walk hoping to feel looser while walking and moving my body. It was tough to go, but I knew it would help my sore muscles. What I didn’t expect though, was the complete loss of pain that eventually washed over me.

It was gradual so I didn’t notice it at first. I was lulled by the gentle roll of the waves as I walked along the shore. Each wave lost its white cap as it rolled over the sand. The water stretched as far as it could possibly go each time before returning to the sea. It left water pooling as the next wave rolled over towards shore. The rhythm of the waves became a sound bath. As I walked bathed in this entrancing and therapeutic sound, all the tightness and pain left my body. I had immense gratitude for nature providing the exact healing event for what I needed that day.

I looked up at the sky and felt reassurance of its vast strength. To remember it holds me as I heal and feel strong again, and all the time.