…there’s no telling what you can wash and dry!
Yea, spent some time at the coin-operated laundry after yoga. Have to admit, I was thinking about this to a small extent during Savasana, but it passed.
I go places during Savasana. Just today I took a spin around the block.
I joke about yoga, but in the year and a half since I started practicing it, it has come to mean more to me than words can express. Learning how to listen to the stories that my own respiration is telling me is, I’m sorry, I can’t resist, breathtaking. There’s so much more to yoga that I don’t like talking about it at all.
When Ann turned me on to Fifty Three Paper, my first drawings were yoga related. Here are a couple of examples:
I modified the following photo of one of my blocks and made a blank notecard of it. It was inspired by my first instructor, Paula at Shakti Yoga in Des Moines, where I’m a beginner-practitioner. Namaste to my other instructors Marialyce and Joseph.