Wednesday, February 19, 2014

One pointedness

Saturday morning.
Rushing toward quiet.
Preparation for a workshop.
I want to do a practice. But there is a class in the studio. I cannot go there.
I could do the class.
Why are we in this pose again?
Aren't we going to do a different pose?
It's warm.
Maybe I should take off another layer.
Finally savasana.

There she is.
I am that.

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