the PDF of her book - National Aphasia Association
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Tales from <strong>the</strong> O<strong>the</strong>r Side <strong>of</strong> Language 125<br />
my body, <strong>the</strong> array <strong>of</strong> sensations that give me information, orientation. Like<br />
listening to <strong>the</strong> landscape <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Pacific Northwest, I learn to listen to <strong>the</strong><br />
sensory landscape in my body. Pleasure is essential in my healing life again,<br />
so that disappointment doesn’t follow all <strong>the</strong> dogged practice. The activities<br />
need to be fun to sustain me, to keep me going.<br />
Satsima is fine company and takes care <strong>of</strong> me in <strong>the</strong> ways I hoped Sahaya<br />
would do, and more. I named him before I met him: Maha Satsima, meaning<br />
“a very great good fortune” in Sanskrit. I call him Satsi, but in public he is<br />
Handsome Dude. Satsima isn’t doggy enough for people to remember.<br />
One night he throws pillows <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> couch in <strong>the</strong> living room, pushing<br />
with his head to get my attention because he thinks I’m on <strong>the</strong> computer<br />
too long in <strong>the</strong> studio. I continue anyway, so he scrapes his front paws on<br />
<strong>the</strong> couch, noisily making a mess <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> slipcover. Irritated, I scream at him,<br />
but still don’t stop. He throws more pillows until, finally, I do stop what I<br />
am doing. He is right; I’ve way overstretched my stamina, as my irritation<br />
and screaming show me all too well. Tonight he makes me pay attention to<br />
w<strong>her</strong>e my limits are.<br />
In a morning Nia class, Satsima is fast asleep on <strong>the</strong> risers as we are<br />
well into <strong>the</strong> routine. Suddenly he bolts awake, crosses <strong>the</strong> floor to w<strong>her</strong>e<br />
I’m dancing, and rubs his head against my leg. He is telling me I should slow<br />
down. I see what he has done, and I realize he is right. Ano<strong>the</strong>r day in a yoga<br />
class he lies beside me, he on his mat and I on mine. It is coming to <strong>the</strong> end<br />
<strong>of</strong> class and I’m thinking <strong>of</strong> a doing a full bridge. He moves over to my mat<br />
and sits on my chest, preventing me from even trying. Acutely sensitive to<br />
me, he notices before I do when I overextend my abilities, a great advantage<br />
to me in learning how to be more aware moment by moment.<br />
Satsi, beauty on all levels, stands as my front man against my disability<br />
and my invisibility. His intelligence is essential to my recovery.