A crazy morning... but I landed on the mat at 9am. It wasn't a soft or skilled landing. But it was. The Man is out sick today. I was lazy. My arms were tired. My ass was lead. I debated my whole practice. In the end I crazed myself that I'll never get strong if I don't just do it. So I did. That doesn't mean I didn't whip through Kapotasana as soon as I knew no one would have time to adjust me.. or that I didn't struggle through first series... the decline has come that far. Change seems an uphill climb rather than just a mental change of scenery the way it always has been in the past.

It seems to me that my back is actually getting more open while my hips close way up. Wierd.

Or, wait, I guess it is my heart that is becoming more open... while my hips close way up.

Well, now, see, that doesn't sound so bad. Bring on the frilly yoga talk!