Tadasana, despite so easy for me it is still hell, lifting the arms straight, connecting the palms above the head and held it like that was painful. Garudasana, quite challenging too for my left arm, but after 2 weeks I managed to wrap my arms and connect them, which I had lost the ability to few months ago! Gomukhasana gave me tears, a lot of them...Tears of pain more than tears of defeat. I have lost completely the internal and external rotation so the day I will be able to do this asana again will be the day I will declare myself healed!
Dhanurasana, wonderful, I did it so often that I cannot think a day of practice without it...Makarasana, not my favourite...but important to open my shoulder blade. Vakrasana, twist...so important the twists....Ardha Matsyendrasana was the next one. Nothing complicate, nothing too adventurous, but still intense and useful.
I felt the shoulder aching, but I did every pose long enough to fall in love with them, long enough to love my aching body. I did not feel any competition, I did not feel any less of a practitioner or less of a teacher. On the opposite. I felt liberated. Ready to heal.
So this is my practice, and this is my path now, healing.
Self-healing without losing the desire to practice, without losing the enthusiasm to step on my mat and teach, that anything is possible. As I am walking this path right now.