Today was yoga.
You all know about yoga, don’t you?
That’s where you stretch into poses like Warrior One, Warrior Two, Tree Pose, Sun Salutations and Downward Dog.
How I love yoga!
You breathe and you stretch and it’s like a dance. Your body starts to flow like water and earth. You reach further toward the floor and perhaps even begin to touch it. You reach toward the sky and stretch toward the sun.
Yoga Is the Best. Yoga is da Boss.
After Corpse Pose–that’s where you lie like you’re a dead person and meditate or float on the horizon of emptiness (you all know how to float or the horizon of emptiness, don’t you?)–you get dressed in street clothes and head back out in the Real World.
If you’re really into yoga–you start seeing Yogic Poses everywhere. Of course the minute I arose from the mat I saw the dying wasp. “Corpse Pose!” I shouted to my teacher, Shanel. As the wasp twitched, Shanel empathized with the dying creature. I grabbed the camera from the bowels of the purse for a photo shot.
Immediately thereafter came the spider shot. I’m sure Shanel wanted to go home. However, I insisted upon trying to make the spider pose. “C’mon spider, pose!” It curled into a defensive posture and tried to disappear. “What kind of yogi are you?” I asked the poor spider. (Having googled “Spider Pose” I am now sure that the spider was simply offended that no yoga pose was named in its honor.)
I have been taking yoga lessons every Tuesday since spring. It has been so incredible!
Our son Christopher is still home until Friday morning. We haven’t seen a lot of him. He’s been visiting friends and attending class reunions and kayaking down the Sturgeon and Otter Rivers. He’s helping Barry build the garage tonight and maybe tomorrow–just maybe–he and I will hike a little mountain. Depending on the rain forecast and my work schedule. We shall see.
The guys grilled steak tonight, can you believe it? This household has not seen red meat in maybe four years! We are a primarily vegetarian and low-fat household.
However, when Barry heard Chris was arriving, he started planning. He has this theory that our vegetables will taste better on the grill with the faint flavor of charred meat. (Silly fellow! Why do we need a meat taste on our vegetables? Why? But there’s no arguing with a fellow who hasn’t had red meat in four years.)
I didn’t eat the steak. No. Instead sipped blended brocoli soup. Ate grilled multi-colored peppers, onions and mushrooms. Corn on da cob. OK, and then I had to go back for a piece of Ezekiel toast with peanut butter and jelly. While the guys licked their chops and chewed their steak.
It’s been a good day. The two books Pamela sent from Dog Ears Books arrived (the sequel to the Trees by Conrad Richter. Named: The Fields and The Town.) I am also deeply engrossed in a foreign film with subtitles named Seraphine. Am truly enjoying it so far.
Life feels rich and full. Standing in Mountain Pose, breathing deeply. Life is good…