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| 02-21-2006, 11:12 PM | #1 |
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Junior Member
Join Date: Feb 2006
Location: Retired
Posts: 3
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Fridays
On Friday morning he practices the sun salute, poses in Warrior I, II, and III and then some simple twists before disappearing into corpse and yoga nidra. He stays in a trance for weeks, travels with turkey hawks, only to return to cross-legged meditation and some clarity. She stops for flowers and some essentials, then comes home to straighten and clean, she is a tyrant asserting ownership, this is Friday. She says, “We’ll have a date at 3, ok?” He is flattered and delighted, always says, “Of course, at 3 –“ There is no conversation, just agreement. Later she says, “The yoga has made you stronger. I like that.” He smiles; he has always been a hawk, but age has dispensed with illusion. |
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