Accentuating the Positive

So, after much deliberation, resistance, back and forthing, self-flagellation, self-pitying, a long and very hot bath, I got back on the mat and did what I love the most: my Marichyasanas and all the way through Supta K. And I did them OVER AND OVER again, using a camera on self-timer for structure and to keep myself interested.

No, it wasn't exactly a yoga practice. It wasn't exactly Ashtanga. I was posing. But I was moving my body in ways that make me feel GOOD and that remind me that when it all comes down to it, it's still my body, it's still my practice, and I can still do with both what I want when I am in the privacy of my own home.

Thanks for all the wonderfully supportive comments, and thanks V for the email. You hit that nail. But what to do.

As Pink would say, "I'm a hazard to myself...don't let me get me"....

But let me play at it a bit...

YC