As I contemplate staying indoors all weekend in order to avoid a repeat of Prince Harry's conundrum (frostbitten nipples, anyone?), I've also been mulling over about how to show up fully in this moment, where there is so much pain and injustice in the news every day.

Well, I'm back at it. My shoulder is still a bit wonky, but my back is healed and I'm yearning to get back into the teaching groove. Even though I feel nervous about it.

This is the floor of a 15-year-old boy. This is also my yoga practice.

The lyrics of Alannis Morrisette's song Isn't It Ironic popped into my head last week, as I got up from doing a quick yoga flow and tweaked my back. So acutely that I yelped out loud like a tiny terrified terrier.

This is Toby. Our sweet, always-loving, often-chewing, never-afraid-to-seek-cuddles little bambino.