I set the alarm last night thinking I probably wouldn’t to it. Up too late writing wild. Too tired. I don’t usually follow through. The alarm was a half-assed thought, really. Another way, maybe, to feel badly about myself for not doing what I say I will do. But when …
The View From Savasana: Whispers from Yoga Class
The mind says ‘mistake. regret. punishment’. The heart speaks ‘long. ache. grieve’ The body pulses ‘want. want. want’ Yoga answers ‘you are nothing but your breath. exhale’ The legs scream ‘go. run. escape’ The ceiling fan whispers ‘you are still here. be present’ The critic declares ‘not enough. do more’ …
a particular kind of worship
Chaturanga dandasana. Uttanasana. Tadasana. Savasana. My body has developed muscle memories and attached them to the rise and flow of these Sanskrit words. I bend and straighten, lift and lengthen in response. I don’t often look to the screen anymore – just the sound of the words and the rhythm …