wheelchair yoga


By Melody Lima


I believe that every body can practice yoga—yoga is for everyone.

There is a group of adults with disabilities I teach twice a week. We unroll yoga mats, sit down, breath, do standing poses, laugh, balance on one leg, sit down again, stretch, chant and rest. I teach this class with the same intention I teach all other classes; to share yoga with a community in the hope to make their day a little brighter. Most weeks, my day becomes a little brighter and I learn something new about people and yoga practice.

There is the student who endlessly laughs—did I laugh enough lately?

“Apple pie” yells another student with such glee it will melt ice cream—did I smile over my food today?

The shy girl who hugs me with a whisper, “I love you.” “I love you too,” I respond—who else do I need to whisper love to?

The ultra-polite student who greets me with the manners of an etiquette coach—was I kind today?

The rugged, outdoor enthusiasts who cuts wood with a chain saw—when was the last time I enjoyed and appreciated nature?

The tall athlete who cannot sit still—do I need to run free?

The sweet young man who cannot speak, but he says “down dog” and “tree pose”—am I articulating my words?

The hyper young women who is always overwhelmed and a bit nervous. I hold her hand in every class—who shall I share compassion with tomorrow?

The effervescent student who always sings and never hears a word a say—am I listening to my friends and family?

The young man who endlessly chats through his stuttering with confidence—do I face my challenges?

The sweet young lady who recites dates, weather and personal reminders “be nice today”—am I speaking my truth?

The special Olympian who always wears his medals of achievement around his neck—do I adorn myself with pride?

The eager young man who rolls up his mat with determination and says, “Thank you” with a high-five—am I grateful?

This population of students represents every walk of life. They practice yoga to the best of their ability, like the rest of us. They are not special, they are extraordinary.


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Editor: Dana Gornall