I look at this photo and feel so conflicted. Part of me would do anything to look like this again. That vein in my shoulder? I haven’t seen it for years. I miss it. The sensation feels similar to what I imagine drug addiction does. All of the good, and perfect, and pure flashes into my mind, without any of the pain and anguish that accompanies it.
I didn’t want to go to yoga yesterday. I almost didn’t. But as always, I’m glad I did. I was a bit exhausted to tell the truth, and my spine felt like it had been bent over backwards. Hang on — it had! I asked the owner of the studio about electrolytes. Yogis say that… Read More