One of these days I’m thinking I’ll be descending some easy stairs with pride and I’ll trip, you see, and it won’t be the end at all, it’ll be another one of these interminable lessons, yoga is full of lessons, and all the balancing practice in the world, now that I see, won’t bring an end to war, not this week, maybe next year things will be different.
We had an extraordinary three days of study, me with my limited mobility on account of the the new pacemaker wires- “You’ll rip the roots of them if you raise the arm too high!” – But with the students alongside me and Kelly enquiring , the hours wore past as we stretched our bodies and noodled our souls. Peace - how would Shakespeare put it? – sauntered into the room in the form of our groping practice. I heard her cry, no doubt existing in that precious time we spent together on a neat surface of a beauteous room without ascents or descents.