Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Gently does it

Late yoga was fine and in addition to the gifts of breathing and movement, it gave me something to grumble about. (Is this strap really necessary for just one measly pose? Is the instructor going to release this hold any time soon? The mat smells faintly of ginger and feet. It's late, I'm hot -- enough shivasana, already.) It was good to stretch. I was the oldest participant and will try harder not to compete next time.

Feeling less stuck, more able to tackle work stuff without involving my sense of survival.

Proceeding into the unknown. Tonight we're due for snow and that sounds like an adventure.

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