I loved how physically demanding the hour was, but I missed the philosophical aspects of yoga. Somehow it felt incomplete. When there were small bits of chanting in Sanskrit introduced, I wondered whether the students or the teachers really understood what the chants meant or why they were doing them.
The doctor was brisk without being bristly, matter of fact in the most consolatory ways. He said lots of things that day that left Dominic's father and I with a mixture of understanding and fear. It was the first time someone spoke harshly, honestly to us about our son's condition, a condition that was just starting to infiltrate every corridor of the media and overwhelm our functioning.