“A true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.”
What does it come to your mind, after reading the above thought?
Well, I would think about all of the above while pursuing to score a lifetime degree with Summa Cum Laude looking towards the process of ascension.
When I read ascension, I recall the phoenix, Master Jesus ascending after three days in hell.
What does it come to your mind? my friend…
I also recall a little girl growing, becoming an athlete, a mother, a Soldier and a spiritual warrior.
A resilience facilitator, a manager and a Yoga teacher.
A woman that believe that could teach wounded warriors, that had lost parts of their bodies (when required) without learning first how to fly with a broken wing.
Sometimes our ego fools us into the trick that we can drive through the green light passing by a toll without paying, and when the going gets tough; there is no option than reverse your warrior, surrender and survive.
That will set you back into a position of learning better how to pick your battles carefully.
A week ago I had an unexpected accident while performing my duties within the military force.
The first thing that arrived to my mind was my responsibility for that matter and the Resilience through (Karma) Yoga Mission I started 1 1/2 yr ago.
I was released from an ER with referral to an Orthopedic Specialist.
My father who barely can drive ( due to his age and health condition) took me to that appointment.
Where I was wearing a shin splint brace, that had the right leg immobilized and due to my stubbornness and denial, I dared to fantasize that I would have gotten it removed and be sent to work the next day.
I even thought or pushed my mind to think that I would be facilitating yoga like a Wonder Woman episode during the eighties.
I did not want to accept the fact that with the fall, I had a severe sprain in my right ankle ligament and a strain on my muscle, fascia and tendon on my lower back.
Which in puertorrican rice and beans, meant 2 weeks in bed with a non attractive and very heavy cast that feels like the heaviest gigantic rock within our planet.
Keeping the right leg inclined over a cushion. Thank you!
Ironically I broke down in tears in front of the doctor, who didn’t even want to negotiate a walking boot.
And if you feel like smiling, you may do so because my friend there is even more drama…
I felt like I was falling into an abyss without bottom. Yes, I did!
I closed my eyes and saw everything dark. I most have been looking pretty bad when the doctor’s eyes became watery with my suffering.
I told him, I feel like a bird with a broken wing.
He told me meditate and ask the angels for guidance. I’m sorry but the only way I can get you back to your work and the yoga warriors is doing this. I cannot negotiate.
When dad was driving me back, incredibly I felt that I was even losing my faith. Poor dad he seemed so heart broken.
That evening I felt asleep listening to an Archangel Raphael guided meditation, trying to at least follow the doctor’s recommendation to deal with my emotional pain.
Moreover when feeling lonely having the people ( I love the most in this world) more distant than ever.
Because of life’s unexpected situations. That evening I had a vivid, lucid dream with our Divine Mother Mary.
It was able to see her, opening her arms with her motherly eyes shining with unconditional love.
Reminding me about what her son went through. And that no matter how dark our world may seem, light will prevail over any darkness.
That it was time to take a break and let the other teacher (my loving friend Ana) to return after an involuntary break, to work and activate her self resilience in order to overcome adversity from a storm, she had to face and that had broken her motherly heart.
Just as our Divine Mother went through, after watching her son being slaughtered through a Crucifixion.
The next day I woke up even embarrassed about the drama I had made at the doctor’s office the day before.
Wrote to a person (I love very much), you know… I think that you were right, something good must come out of this.
First, because I have been a flow oriented person while facilitating yoga (I had always loved dancing) and even being able to do so, I was unconsciously forgetting about senior citizens population and completely physical disable warriors to slow my pace and facilitate even Chair Yoga and more restorative oriented yoga.
That way we all can learn together to release control and let ourselves be carried and nurtured by others.
Which is another type of yoga more therapeutic oriented and could provide the military community alternatives through physical rehabilitation process.
And that I am already planning to facilitate, after I get medical clearance.
I didn’t want to broadcast my personal situation, I’m a very reserved person with my personal life and most of the time I write based on others life’s experiences respecting their privacy.
But, my spiritual guides or Archangels ( like the Orthopedic recommended to meditate and pray) intuited me that I should open up and share my experience to the almost 9,000 viewers that read this blog and to whom I owe my deepest gratitude and respect by trying to become each day a better version of who I was yesterday.
Last but not least;
Courage doesn’t roar, sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I will try again tomorrow.
from a temporary wounded warrior on a bed…
with light and love 💗
Glenda Lee Santos; Humble Military Warrior; RYT-200 hrs; Criminal Justice, BA; Holistic Practitioner with Foundation in Yoga and Ayurveda; CAI; CCR; CACR; SGC.