Last night I started going to yoga class. An hour into it time lost all meaning. I can’t say for sure if it was the swirling incense, the faux-Indian music, or my blurring vision, but as I held myself in some inhuman position, sweat generously running down my nose, chin, and earlobes, my body shaking like a cold Chihuahua... I came to an ultimate truth: I am soft in the middle.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Yoga
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Don't feel bad. I'm starting Yoga next Tuesday night, actually.
I do not need sweat, pain, and false gods to tell me I am soft in the middle. I know that truth. I know the Buddha who lives in there chants to the microwave ding of newly warmed Soft Batch cookies.
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