In the beginning I told the instructor that I had abdominal surgery 6 months ago. She was wonderfully responsive. She took the time to help me with poses that I struggled with, give me encouragement when I needed it and show me variations that would be a bit easier with my decreased range of movement.
So for one and a half hours in an overly warm room I bended stretched and moved in ways I haven't in a long time. (The overly warm room was a wonderful break too, since March has decided it would rather be a winter month.) While my muscles took turns yelling in protest at my newfound movements, I was able to get back in touch with me. I realized while stolen colon is (part of) me; I am not just stolen colon. It is easy when you have been through something that impacts your life to loose yourself and forget that you are not defined by that event.
As I walked out of the studio, damp with sweat and with every muscle in my body shaking, I left inspired and remarkably at peace.